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Lyrics of the heart

With other poems. By Alaric A. Watts. With forty-one engravings on steel

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I WILL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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I WILL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE!

I will never love thee more,
Though I loved thee once so well;
Why, a prodigal, the store
Of my bosom's inmost cell,
Should I waste on one who ne'er
Won a truthful heart before;
Let who will thy favour share,
I will never love thee more!
I will never love thee more!
Wherefore to an idol bow,
Why a deity adore,
Heartless, hollow, cold as thou!
Fools the facile smiles may win,
That 'twas mine to win of yore;
Worship misapplied, is sin;
I will never love thee more!

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I will never love thee more,
Though I loved thee once so well;
Love's illusion now is o'er,
Take then, take my last farewell!
Should thy practised wiles again
Touch some truthful bosom's core,
Be the thought not stirred in vain,
Why I ne'er can love thee more!