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107

SONG TO A LADY

Who seemed to trifle with the Author's Passion.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Call me not false: by Heav'n's decree
Before thy haughty charms I bow'd:
But Heav'n foresaw thy cruelty;
And, from thy scorn to set me free,
A more enlarged love bestow'd.
On me thy Smiles no longer shine;
To Delia I again remove:—
What! should I in despair sit down
Beneath the darkness of thy Frown,
Until the rising of thy Love!
Still to thy Beauty let me sue:
While thou art kind I'm thine alone:
But think not that I'll vainly woo;
The heart that's large enough for two
Will never, never break for One.