To Julia.
By Thomas Moore
Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream, A dream, I find, illusory as sweet: One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem, Far dearer were than passion's bland deceit! I've heard you oft eternal truth declare; Your heart was only mine, I once believed. Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air? And must I say, my hopes were all deceived? Vow, then, no longer that our souls are twined That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal; Julia!--'tis pity, pity makes you kind; You know I love, and you would seem to feel. But shall I still go seek within those arms A joy in which affection takes no part? No, no, farewell! you give me but your charms, When I had fondly thought you gave your heart.
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