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farewell.
That seems to wreath itself around
This wounded heart of mine,
Alas, that 'mid our dearest joys
A dark wreath should entwine!
This wounded heart of mine,
Alas, that 'mid our dearest joys
A dark wreath should entwine!
When first I met thee, thou didst seem
All that was fond and gay;
Thy gentle voice, thy winning mien
Could chase e'en care away.
All that was fond and gay;
Thy gentle voice, thy winning mien
Could chase e'en care away.
But now, thy voice has ceased to charm;
Thy mien is cold and proud;
And that once sunny brow of thine
Forever wears a cloud.
Thy mien is cold and proud;
And that once sunny brow of thine
Forever wears a cloud.
What changed thee thus?—what changed thee thus
I can not dare surmise:
Perhaps thou hast found a faire face?
Perhaps some brighter eyes?
I can not dare surmise:
Perhaps thou hast found a faire face?
Perhaps some brighter eyes?
Oh, yes, they tell me thou art false,
And love another now!
Then be it so, I'll wear again
The cypress round my brow.
And love another now!
Then be it so, I'll wear again
The cypress round my brow.
