Poems :: :: University of Virginia Library

I Love no more! I love no more!
The reason would you have me tell?
Of all love told as treasures o'er,
Cold judgment's learned the worth too well;
No after time the young year's dream,
My waking fancy can restore;
White winter scorns what green spring prized;
I love no more! I love no more!

You ask me if the tangling charms
That snared me once are charms no more;
No—still the same, there lives no grace
Thine, lady, does not queen it o'er;
Lip—cheek—the lustre of thine eyes,
All wear the every charm they wore;
My thought alone a change has known;
I love no more! I love no more!

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Ay, in a breath the reason's told;
Mere form young love may snare awhile;
But love, to hold, needs stronger charms
Than face or form—than glance or smile;
A thought all meekness—temper mild,
A speech no sting that ever bore,
These are the heart's abiding chains;
I love no more! I love no more!