Woman’S Love

Sweet lies! the sweetest ever heard, To her he said: Her heart remembers every word Now he is dead. I ask:--“If thus his lies can make Your young heart grieve for his false sake, Had he been true what had you done, For true love’s sake?"-- “Upon his grave there in the sun, Avoided now of all--but one, I’d lay my heart with all its ache, And let it break, and let it break.”

And falsehood! fairer ne’er was seen Than he put on: Her heart recalls each look and mien Now he is gone. I ask:--“If thus his treachery Can hold your heart with lie on lie, What had you done for manly love, Love without lie?"-- “There in the grass that grows above His grave, where all could know thereof, I’d lay me down without a sigh, And gladly die, and gladly die.”