Sonnet
Yes, I have lov'd before; for many a maid
Hath many a sigh this anxious bosom torn;
And oft the Muse with moving song to aid
My hope adventurous have I call'd; my youth
Was fond and ardent, yet the flower of truth
Beneath the cold aspect as oft did fade:
For how could Love, though faithful, live forlorn?
Not fickle was my heart, yet ah, to mourn
Through many a year affection ill-repaid
With cruel scorn and ridicule! in sooth,
Hard was the task — At length, in smiles array'd,
Thee, E ILEN , I beheld; thy tear of ruth
Dropt on my heart; to me thy faith was sworn:
Yet thou, even thou , the pledge of plighted love betray'd!
Hath many a sigh this anxious bosom torn;
And oft the Muse with moving song to aid
My hope adventurous have I call'd; my youth
Was fond and ardent, yet the flower of truth
Beneath the cold aspect as oft did fade:
For how could Love, though faithful, live forlorn?
Not fickle was my heart, yet ah, to mourn
Through many a year affection ill-repaid
With cruel scorn and ridicule! in sooth,
Hard was the task — At length, in smiles array'd,
Thee, E ILEN , I beheld; thy tear of ruth
Dropt on my heart; to me thy faith was sworn:
Yet thou, even thou , the pledge of plighted love betray'd!
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