English poem
To .......
by Thomas Moore
Sweet lady, look not thus again: Those bright, deluding smiles recall A maid remember'd now with pain, Who was my love, my life, my all! Oh! while this heart bewildered took Sweet poison from her thrilling eye, Thus would she smile and lisp and look, And I would hear and gaze and sigh! Yes, I did love her—wildly love— She was her sex's best deceiver! And oft she swore she'd never rove— And I was destined to believe her! Then, lady, do not wear the smile Of one whose smile could thus betray; Alas! I think the lovely wile Again could steal my heart away. For, when those spells that charmed my mind On lips so pure as thine I see, I fear the heart which she resigned Will err again and fly to thee!