The Poetical Works of Letitia Elizabeth Landon, ed. William B. Scott (London: George Routledge and Sons, 1873), p. 326 (facs. edn.: Delmar, N.Y.: Scholars' Facsimiles, 1990). PR 4865 L5A17 1990 c.1 ROBA.
1Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair,
2 And gaze upon her smile;
3Seem as you drank the very air
4 Her breath perfumed the while;
5And wake for her the gifted line,
6 That wild and witching lay,
7And swear your heart is as a shrine,
8 That only holds her sway.
9'Tis well: I am revenged at last;--
10 Mark you that scornful cheek,--
11The eye averted as you pass'd,
12 Spoke more than words could speak.
13Ay, now by all the bitter tears
14 That I have shed for thee,--
15The racking doubts, the burning fears,--
16 Avenged they well may be--
17By the nights pass'd in sleepless care,
18 The days of endless woe;
19All that you taught my heart to bear,
20 All that yourself will know.
21I would not wish to see you laid
22 Within an early tomb;
23I should forget how you betray'd,
24 And only weep your doom:
25But this is fitting punishment,
26 To live and love in vain,--
27O my wrung heart, be thou content,
28 And feed upon his pain.
29Go thou and watch her lightest sigh,--
30 Thine own it will not be;
31And bask beneath her sunny eye,--
32 It will not turn on thee.
33'Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel,
34 Far better hadst thou proved;
35Ev'n I could almost pity feel,
36 For thou art not beloved.
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