A Farewell to False Love
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
O false as fairI am forgotten, then, by thee
Or haply on another
The eyes that once looked into
Pretence of love — all
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again
Friends, if we have ever been,
Friends we cannot now remain:
I
AS not false to thee, and yet My cheek alone looked pale;
My weary eye was dim and wet,
My strength began to fail
Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky
His voice is heard, but body there is none To fix the vague excursions of the eye
So, poets' songs are with us, tho' they die Obscured, and hid by deat...