The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Heart fled again

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THE HEART FLED AGAIN.

False, foolish heart! didst thou not say
That thou wouldst never leave me more?
Behold again 't is fled away,
Fled as far from me as before.
I strove to bring it back again;
I cry'd and holla'd after it in vain.

Ev'n so the gentle Tyrian dame,
When neither grief nor love prevail,
Saw the dear object of her flame,
Th' ingrateful Trojan, hoist his sail:
Aloud she call'd to him to stay;
The wind bore him and her lost words away.

The doleful Ariadne so
On the wide shore forsaken stood:
"False Theseus, whither dost thou go?"
Afar false Theseus cut the flood.
But Bacchus came to her relief:
Bacchus himself's too weak to ease my grief.

Ah! senseless heart, to take no rest,
But travel thus eternally!
Thus to be froz'n in every breast!
And to be scorch'd in every eye!
Wandering about like wretched Cain,
Thrust-out, ill-us'd, by all, but by none slain!

Well, since thou wilt not here remain,
I'll e'en to live without thee try;
My head shall take the greater pain,
And all thy duties shall supply:
I can more easily live, I know,
Without thee, than without a mistress thou.