Mary

YES, we were happy once, and care My jocund heart could ne'er surprise; My treasures were, her golden hair, Her ruby lips, her brilliant eyes. My treasures were--alas! depart Ye visions of what used to be! Cursed be the heart--the cruel heart-- That stole my Mary's love from me. Dark are my joyless days--and thou-- Dost thou too dream, and dreaming weep? Or, careless of thy broken vow, Unholy revels dost thou keep? No, Mary, no,--we loved too well, Such deep oblivion cannot be; Cursed be the lips, where guile could dwell, To lure thy love away from me! It cannot be!--ah! haply, while With wild reproach I greet thy name, Thy ruby lip hath ceased to smile-- Thy happy head is bowed with shame! Haply, with haggard want opprest, Thou weepest where no eye may see; Cursed be the spoiler's cruel breast-- But, oh! my Mary--heaven shield thee!