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Thy syren voice no more can charm
A heart so fond as mine;
Whose greatest grief is that it laid
An offering on thy shrine—
A heart so fond as mine;
Whose greatest grief is that it laid
An offering on thy shrine—
The offering of a guileless heart,
Thy falsehood first awoke!
By every word that love held dear,
To me in kindness spoke,—
Thy falsehood first awoke!
By every word that love held dear,
To me in kindness spoke,—
By every word in fondness said,—
By every flattering tone,
With which you sought to lure my heart,
And leave it then alone,—
By every flattering tone,
With which you sought to lure my heart,
And leave it then alone,—
I tell thee, that I scorn thee now,
Far more than words can speak;
Thou'lt read it in my flashing eye,
And on my burning cheek.
Far more than words can speak;
Thou'lt read it in my flashing eye,
And on my burning cheek.
Thou'lt never know how long it took
To break the fearful chain;
But well thou knowest 'tis not for thee
To bind this heart again.
To break the fearful chain;
But well thou knowest 'tis not for thee
To bind this heart again.
