English poem
BALLAD. (When jealous out of season)
by Anonymous
When jealous out of season, When deaf and blind to reason, Of truth we've no belief;
With rage we're overflowing, Not why, or whether, knowing, And the heart goes throb with grief.
But when the fit is over, And kindness from the lover, Does every doubt destroy;
Away fly thoughts alarming, Each object appears charming, And the heart goes throb with joy.
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