UPBRAID ME NOT.
I
Upbraid me not, I little heed
The bitter words you speak:
The worst reproach that you can use
Is on that faded cheek.
And though a threat would fail to rouse
My feelings or my fears,
This heart is touch'd by your despair,
And trembles at your tears.
II
How well do I remember you
In all your spring of youth,
Believing each fair word and smile
Arose from simple truth.
Upbraid me not—the false one scorns
The threaten'd doom he hears;—
This heart is touched by your despair,
And trembles at your tears.