SONG
[I would not feign a single sigh]
1
I would not feign a single sigh
Nor weep a single tear for thee
The soul within these orbs burns dry
A desert spreads where love should be
I would not be a worm to crawl
A wreathing suppliant in thy way
For love is life, is heaven and all
The beams of an immortal day
2
For sighs are idle things, and vain
And tears for idiots vainly fall
I would not kiss thy face again
Nor round thy shining slippers crawl
Love is the honey not the bee
Nor would I turn its sweets to gall
For all the beauty found in thee
Thy lily neck, rose cheek and all
3
I would not feign a single tale
Thy kindness or thy love to seek
Nor sigh for Jenny of the vale
Her ruby smile or rosy cheek
I would not have a pain to own
For those dark curls, and those bright eyes
A frowning lip, a heart of stone
False love and folly I despise
