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AFTER HIS DEPARTURE.
She hid every plate, spoon and knife,
Refusing his bounty to see;
His pleasure was pain to her life,
What kind of a lady was she?
Refusing his bounty to see;
His pleasure was pain to her life,
What kind of a lady was she?
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Oh heaven! why had I not known,
The gloom of my destiny first;
To be thus sequestered alone,
Deserted, eternally curst.
The gloom of my destiny first;
To be thus sequestered alone,
Deserted, eternally curst.
Insane, she discovered his track,
Though he had deserted and gone;
And as from a ghost recoiled back,
To weep in her chamber alone.
Though he had deserted and gone;
And as from a ghost recoiled back,
To weep in her chamber alone.
'Twere better to know he was dead,
In eternity's ocean to lay;
I should be more content in my bed,
To know he was lodged is his grave.
In eternity's ocean to lay;
I should be more content in my bed,
To know he was lodged is his grave.
Sigh for his presence in vain,
'Tis terror wherever I move;
Sure nothing can equal the pain,
Of one when deserted in love.
'Tis terror wherever I move;
Sure nothing can equal the pain,
Of one when deserted in love.
His fortune has finished my fate,
Why had not some other been born;
A woman to put in my stead,
I had not been weeping forlorn.
Why had not some other been born;
A woman to put in my stead,
I had not been weeping forlorn.
Why had I the progress began,
With one who was destined to rove;
Why did I start off with the man,
Who pays no attention to love.
With one who was destined to rove;
Why did I start off with the man,
Who pays no attention to love.
Lone forest, thy branches so wide,
With all thy sweet foliage of green;
My progress of life to decide,
By mortal no more to be seen.
With all thy sweet foliage of green;
My progress of life to decide,
By mortal no more to be seen.
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Let me plunge into some dark abyss,
Afar from all nature removed;
And hide from a cavern like this,
A stranger to distressed love.
Afar from all nature removed;
And hide from a cavern like this,
A stranger to distressed love.
True I was his idol in life,
But still was a pitiful prey;
And never endeared as a wife,
From whom he went careless away.
But still was a pitiful prey;
And never endeared as a wife,
From whom he went careless away.
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