II.
My lips refuse to take farewell of bliss,
Sweet Love! so sweet and false, I can but choose
To leave thee, only parting word and kiss
My lips refuse.
Fancy wears livery of a thousand hues,
So love in idleness may come to this!
And I must bring the thought to common use
That ever—save in memory—I shall miss
Thy short-lived tenderness-ever lose
All that has taught how dear a thing it is
My lips refuse.