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farewell.
Ah! how each contending passion
In my tortured bosom strove;
Grief, and pride, and adoration—
For 'twas deeper still than love.
In my tortured bosom strove;
Grief, and pride, and adoration—
For 'twas deeper still than love.
All was agony and madness
In my breast and in my brain,
Then a deep and sullen sadness
Gave a darker tinge to pain.
In my breast and in my brain,
Then a deep and sullen sadness
Gave a darker tinge to pain.
Now this heart—once thine, thine only—
Nerves itself with pride and scorn;
Though forsaken, sad, and lonely,
It thy tardy vows can spurn.
Nerves itself with pride and scorn;
Though forsaken, sad, and lonely,
It thy tardy vows can spurn.
For the storm of grief is over,
And a death-like stillness reigns;
Yes! mistaken, heartless lover,
Love no longer now remains.
And a death-like stillness reigns;
Yes! mistaken, heartless lover,
Love no longer now remains.
Love thee now! my soul would scorn it;
Bend to woo thy faithless smile—
Now accept thy heart! I'd spurn it,
Though my own should burst the while!
Bend to woo thy faithless smile—
Now accept thy heart! I'd spurn it,
Though my own should burst the while!
For our last farewell is breathed,
And we part, for ever part;
Every tie is now unwreathed
Which had bound us heart to heart.
And we part, for ever part;
Every tie is now unwreathed
Which had bound us heart to heart.
