GO, ROSA, GO!
I
Go, Rosa, go! at once farewell,
Since faithless I have found thee;
Nay, do not quite destroy the spell,
That my fancy shed around thee.
If thou had'st seem'd, what thou hast prov'd,
I never should have sought thee:
Alas! it was not thee I lov'd,
But the artless girl I thought thee.
II
Go dance with other youths to-night,
Where we have danced together;
Go prove thy heart to be as light
As the down upon thy feather.
Go rove where we have often rov'd,
Go smile as pride hath taught thee;
Alas! it was not thee I lov'd,
But the artless girl I thought thee.
