She loved him–but she heeded not–
Her heart had only room for pride:
All other feelings were forgot,
When she became another’s bride.
As from a dream she then awoke,
To realize her lonely state,
And own it was the vow she broke
That made her drear and desolate!
She loved him–but the sland’rer came,
With words of hate that all believed;
A stain thus rested on his name–
But he was wronged and she deceived;
Ah! rash the act that gave her hand,
That drove her lover from her side–
Who hied him to a distant land,
Where, battling for a name, he died!
She loved him–and his memory now
Was treasured from the world apart:
The calm of thought was on her brow,
The seeds of death were in her heart.
For all the world that thing forlorn
I would not, could not be, and live–
That casket with its jewel gone,
A bride who has no heart to give!
(George Pope Morris)
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