FAREWELL.
My lover of the past, farewell!
I do not thee regret;
For thou hast proven false to me,
And I will thee forget.
I would not turn the wheel of time,
Thy recreant love to gain;
For having once been false to me,
Thou wouldst be false again.
My love a plaything was to thee,
’Twas only for a day;
When weary of the love I gave,
’Twas cast by thee away.
My lover of the past, farewell!
I grieve not for thee now.
When trust is gone, love follows soon
Upon a broken vow.