Parerga/Caroline, Tell Me Truly

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CAROLINE, TELL ME TRULY.

Air—SPANISH.

I.
Caroline, tell me truly
What mean those smiles on me?
Cold as the snows of Thule
Your heart seemed once to be.
Long and well I loved you,
Strove your smiles to gain;
But no prayers then moved you,
Long I sighed in vain.
Caroline, now the blindness
That made me love is past,
Say, is it pride or kindness
That makes you smile at last?

II.
Think you your power is falling
And scorn can sway no more?
Would you, by fond recalling,
Renew the chain I wore?
Once, your slave delighted
Would have hail'd those smiles;
Now the heart you slighted
Slights your charms and wiles.
But if those late revealings
Of fondness now are true,
Coldly to treat such feelings
Is what I learn'd of you.

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