Crazy Jane (2)/Crazy Jane

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CRAZY JANE.

Why, fair maid, in every feature
⁠Are such signs of fear express’d?
Can a wandering wretched creature
⁠With such terror fill thy breast?
Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?
⁠Trust me sweet, thy fears are vain;
Not for kingdoms would I harm thee;
⁠Shun not then poor Crazy Jane!

Dost thou weep to see my anguish?
⁠Mark me, and avoid my woe:
When men flatter, sigh, and languish,
⁠Think them false—I found them so:
For I loved, oh! so sincerely,
⁠None can ever love again;
But the youth I loved so dearly
⁠Stole the wits of Crazy Jane!

Fondly my young heart received him,
⁠Which was doomed to love but one;
He sighed, he vowed, and I believed him—
⁠He was false, and I undone!
From that hour has reason never
⁠Held her empire o'er my brain:
Henry fled; with him, for over,
⁠Fled the wits of Crazy Jane!

Now forlorn and broken-hearted,
⁠And with frenzied thoughts beset,
On that spot where last we parted,
⁠On that spot where first we met,
Still I sing my love-lorn ditty.
⁠Still I slowly pace the plain;
While each passer-by, in pity,
⁠Cries—God help thee, Crazy Jane!