Self-deceit
My neighbour's curtain, well I see,
Is moving to and fro.
No doubt she's list'ning eagerly,
If I'm at home or no,
And if the jealous grudge I bore
And openly confess'd,
Is nourish'd by me as before,
Within my inmost breast.
Alas! no fancies such as these
E'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.
I see 'tis but the ev'ning breeze
That with the curtain sports.
Is moving to and fro.
No doubt she's list'ning eagerly,
If I'm at home or no,
And if the jealous grudge I bore
And openly confess'd,
Is nourish'd by me as before,
Within my inmost breast.
Alas! no fancies such as these
E'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.
I see 'tis but the ev'ning breeze
That with the curtain sports.
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