YOU THINK I AM UNFEELING.
I
You think I am unfeeling;
But ah! you do not mark the tear
That o'er my cheek is stealing,
When no gay friends are near:
As yet you've met me only
Where all their darker thoughts conceal;
But come when I am lonely,
And own that I can feel.
I scorn the ties which link me
To those who sport on folly's stream;
They know me not who think me
The trifler that I seem.
II
The flaming toy, that flashes
Like some pure planet of the skies,
Soon falls in shapeless ashes,
And of its splendour dies!
As heartless, and as hollow,
Is all the radiance we assume;
And oh! as surely follow
The coldness and the gloom.
Then all the clust'ring roses
We heaped together fade away;
And lonely night discloses
The thoughts we shun'd by day.
