YOU HAD MY WHOLE HEART.
FROM THE FRENCH OF DESBORDES VALMORE.
You had my whole heart,
I thought I had thine,
No beguiling or art,
A heart for a heart.
Your heart is returned,
But alas! where is mine?
Your heart is returned,
But mine you have spurned.
The leaf and the bloom
And the fruit of the same,
Leaf, color, and bloom,
Sweet flower and perfume.
Oh, what hast thou done?
My sovereign supreme,
Oh, what hast thou done?
Beneath the fair sun.
An orphan bereft
Of mother and home,
An orphan bereft,
With my grief I am left.
Deserted, alone,
Through the cold world to roam,
Deserted, alone,
But heaven hears my moan.
One day you will muse,
Broken-hearted and old,
One day you will muse
On the love you refuse.
You will seek me one day
But you shall not behold;
You will call me one day,
I shall not obey.
You will come to my door
With penitent head,
A friend, as of yore,
You will knock at my door.
It will coldly be said,
She is gone, she is dead;
Her spirit has fled,
Will coldly be said.