FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!

Fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, what e'er their flattering spell,

Could scarce have thus deceived;

But eyes that acted truth so well

Were sure to be believed.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

Love's sweet life is o'er.

Yet those eyes look constant still,

True as stars they keep their light;

Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil

Of blushing always bright.

‘ Tis only on thy changeful heart

The blame of falsehood lies;

Love lives in every other part,

But there, alas! he dies.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

Love's sweet life is o'er.