Poems (Edwards)/The Disappointed Lover's Song

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THE DISAPPOINTED LOVER'S SONG.
Alas! alas! for the love of earth,
 It dies as the flowerets die,
It glows a moment then fades away,
 Like a star from the morning sky;
The love of earth! 'tis a fleeting thing,
 'Tis a dream that is quickly o'er,
It has touched my heart with its golden wing,
 But I can love,—can love no more.

The love of earth! I have deemed it true,
 I have bowed at its sunny-shrine,
I have felt that the hearts which round me grew
 Were mine; in affection mine;
But the dream is past, I have learned at last
 That all are not true below,
Who whisper the fondest and kindest words;
 And now I can love no more.

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Alas! alas! I have wound my heart
 'Round the things that have soonest died,
I have seen them vanish and perish all,
 Like flowerets at my side;
And the friends I prized, are altered now;
 Alas! that it should be so,
That the heart should be in its trust deceived,
 And learn to love no more.

I can love no more; they have deemed me cold,
 They shall deem me colder yet,
For think, O think, can the wounded heart
 Its bleeding wounds forget? Never
Like the stricken dove that folds its wing,
 The trace of the dart to hide,
Thus would I veil my heart from all,
 And vanish in stately pride,

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