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Literary Gazette, 21st January, 1826, Page 43
(Song 2)
I would that I could cease
To think, false Love, of thee—
I would I could forget
All thou hast been to me.
Is it some fault of mine
That has changed thine heart and eye?
And have I sinned 'gainst love or thee?
Oh, how unconsciously!
If a fault, surely tears
May wash the wrong away,
As showers melt the clouds
That darken summer's day.
I would it were in me
That cause of change were found,
Quickly it would be plucked
Like a weed from the ground.
But, alas! too well I know
What has made thy love depart—
'Tis thine own inconstant mood,
And thine own changeful heart.
L. E. L.
