THEY DEEM IT A SORROW GONE BY.
I
They deem it a sorrow gone by,
A passion effaced from my heart,
But rankling, the poison may lie,
When time has extracted the dart.
Again, to the dance I have gone,
They think that my spirits are high,
They see not my tears when alone,
They deem it a sorrow gone by.
II
The smile is again on my cheek,
The jest is again on my tongue,
I see them exult when I seek
The haunts of the gay and the young.
They think a new love will atone,
For one that but blossom'd to die,
They see not my tears when alone,
They deem it a sorrow gone by.
