But I the warning never took,
When chosen, cheer’d, received, rejected.
Thy brother, too—but all was plann’d
To murder peace, all freely granted;
And then I lived in fairy land,
Transported, bless’d, enrapt, enchanted.
Oh, what a dream of happy love,
From which the wise in time awaken;
While I must all its anguish prove,
Deceived, despised, abused, forsaken! 20