"Yes, thou art changed since first we met"

YES, thou art changed since first we met,

But think not I shall e'er regret,

Though never can my heart forget,

    The charms that once were thine:

For, Marian, well the cause I know

That stole the lustre from thine eye;

That proved thy beauty's secret foe,

And bade thy bloom and spirits fly:

What laid thy health, my Marian, low,

    Was anxious care of mine.

O'er my sick couch I saw thee bend

The duteous wife, the tender friend,

And each capricious wish attend

    With soft, incessant care.

Then trust me, love, that pallid face

Can boast a sweeter charm for me,

A truer, tenderer, dearer grace

Than blooming health bestowed on thee;....

For there thy well-tried love I see,

    And read my blessings there.