Eliza Acton

Yes Leave Me

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Yes leave me !--I can bear it now,
For e'en while those wild words are spoken,
See I am calm, as though thy vow
Of faithfulness, had ne'er been broken.

I do not weep !--fast tears may fall
O'er transient cares, and lighter ill;
But oh! the bitterest griefs of all,
Are nurs'd in tearless anguish still.

E'en in our happiest days I felt
Thy love was but a summer-beam,
Which soon, with quick decline would melt
Away, like some dissolving dream.

I know that round that wand'ring heart
New ties are woven--and thy will
Would rend the ling'ring bond apart,
Which seemingly unites us still.

Well, be it so !--the charm is o'er
Which long hath bound me with its spell;
My thoughts shall never waken more
In tenderness for thee--Farewell!

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