ALAS for me!–ah! would that it were true
I did not love thee–tyrant, then would I
With calmness bear thy taunting jealousy,
Thy looks severe–thy cold averted eye,
And bear, without an anguish’d smile, to view
Attentions paid where ne’er they can be due.
Ah! then would I in pride of heart suppress
The rising sigh–in joyous garb so dress
My features all–that none my grief should guess.
This would I do, but that I love too well
By haughtiness in bitter kind to pay
Those cruel doubts, that o’er thee have such sway,
And so our moments vex;–that sooth to say,
‘Twere better die than thus in mis’ry dwell–
Thy burning jealousies our mutual hell!
Alas for me!–if thou wilt not believe
My heart is only thine–then tyrant, take
Thy poignard, and at once thy mind relieve;
For thine own image–thou a tomb wilt make.
(Charlotte Dacre)
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