Forsaken
O’ why wert thou so beautiful,
But not a love so true?
Thus now doth reign the darkness
From mere the thought of you!
Why hath love brought this madness,
A death without thy kiss?
For thy touch I’ve linger onward,
As yearn I do for this!
Thou have given love unto me,
Then taken love away;
Thus I now must weather long
A storm of grave dismay!
O’ why wert thou so beautiful,
Heaven unto mine eye?
But now thy heart hath darkened,
As yet I know not why!
O’ why wert thou once so kindly,
As yet the memory teems?
Thou wert an angel, nay, a goddess,
That occupied my dreams!
O’ thou art painfully still so beautiful,
Yet I wish thee near,
But now thy words have hardened,
A curse upon mine ear!
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