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GO, THOU FAITHLESS ONE!
Go, thou faithless one, go wander,
Fickle heart with sunny brow;
It were base in me to squander
One poor thought upon thee now!
Far, in other regions roving,
It may be that thou shalt find
Nobler hearts—but none so loving;
Brighter eyes—but none so blind!
Fickle heart with sunny brow;
It were base in me to squander
One poor thought upon thee now!
Far, in other regions roving,
It may be that thou shalt find
Nobler hearts—but none so loving;
Brighter eyes—but none so blind!
Both are free, though one with ruin
Sits beside a lonely hearth;
While the other, still misdoing,
Revels in his wanton mirth!
Though I droop, with broken pinion,
By the spoil'd, abandon'd nest,
And thou soar'st with wide dominion,
Robbing other homes of rest:
Sits beside a lonely hearth;
While the other, still misdoing,
Revels in his wanton mirth!
Though I droop, with broken pinion,
By the spoil'd, abandon'd nest,
And thou soar'st with wide dominion,
Robbing other homes of rest:
Though my foolish heart be breaking,
Yet no plaint its grief shall show;
Not a nerve within me shaking,
While, with scorn, I bid thee go!
Every maiden hope hath perish'd,
Yet no mortal eye shall see,
That my heart hath ever cherish'd
One fond, foolish thought of thee!
Yet no plaint its grief shall show;
Not a nerve within me shaking,
While, with scorn, I bid thee go!
Every maiden hope hath perish'd,
Yet no mortal eye shall see,
That my heart hath ever cherish'd
One fond, foolish thought of thee!
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