 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
SLIGHTED LOVE.
The struggle is over;
Such strife could not last;
And pride now must cover
All trace of the past;
My heart has grown stronger,
Nor shrinks from its task,—
Go, cold one, no longer
One kind thought I ask.
Such strife could not last;
And pride now must cover
All trace of the past;
My heart has grown stronger,
Nor shrinks from its task,—
Go, cold one, no longer
One kind thought I ask.
Thou hast taught me the weakness
Of woman's fond trust,
When in love's lowly meekness
I knelt in the dust;
And now my brow flushes
With anger and shame,
As my proud spirit crushes
Its once cherished flame.
Of woman's fond trust,
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I knelt in the dust;
And now my brow flushes
With anger and shame,
As my proud spirit crushes
Its once cherished flame.
Our love-dream is vanished,
And coldly I speak
The words that once banished
The blood from my cheek.
Other idols have wooed thee,
All changed is thy lot,
For Fame has pursued thee,
And Love is forgot.
And coldly I speak
The words that once banished
The blood from my cheek.
Other idols have wooed thee,
All changed is thy lot,
For Fame has pursued thee,
And Love is forgot.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |