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SInce all thy vows, false maid,
Are blown to air,
And my poor heart betray’d
To sad despair,
Into some wilderness,
My grief I will express,
And thy hard heartedness,
O cruel fair.
–
Have I not graven our loves
On every tree:
In yonder spreading groves,
Tho’ false thou be:
Was not a solemn oath
Plighted betwixt us both,
Thou thy faith, I my troth,
Constant to be.
–
Some gloomy place I’ll find,
Some doleful shade,
Where neither sun nor wind
E’er entrance had:
Into that hollow cave,
There will I sigh and rave,
Because thou do’st behave
So faithlesly.
–
Wild fruit shall be my meat,
I’ll drink the spring,
Cold earth shall be my seat:
For covering I’ll have the starry sky
My head to canopy,
Until my soul on hy
Shall spread its wing.
–
I’ll have no funeral fire,
Nor tears for me:
No grave do I desire,
Nor obsequies:
The courteous red-breast he
With leaves will cover me,
And sing my elegy,
With doleful voice.
–
And when a ghost I am,
I’ll visit thee:
O thou deceitful dame,
Whose cruelty
Has kill’d the kindest heart
Thar e’er felt Cupid’s dart,
And never can desert
From loving thee.
– Authors Unknown.
