"I never dreamt of gold,
I lived content and free;
The treasure of my fold,
Seem'd but to live for me.
Alas! those hours that bless,
Not long would time allow,
My joys, my happiness,
Are changed to sorrow now!
"She loved my pipe to hear,
And midst the flock would pause,
And with a smile, so dear,
Would give me soft applause:
And with her music sweet
My notes she would repeat.
"How many jealous swains
Would look, and sigh, and long:
Not one a word could gain,
She only heard my song;
But now that lamb has stray'd
I see her form no more;
My ev'ry hope betray'd,
My fate let all deplore!
My sleep, my rest, is gone,
And I am all undone!"
despourrins.
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"Moun Diü! quine souffrance—
M'as tu causat!"
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"Of what contentment
Those eyes bereft me—
And ah! how coldly
Thou since hast left me:
Yet didst thou whisper
Thy heart was mine,—
Oh! they were traitors
Those eyes of thine!
For 'tis thy pleasure
That I repine.
"Alas! how often
I sigh'd in vain,
And loved so dearly
To purchase pain:
And all my guerdon
To be betray'd,
And only absence
My safety made,
To muse on fondness
So ill repaid.
"But let me warn thee
While time is yet,
Thy heart may soften
And learn regret:
Should others teach thee
New thoughts to prove,
And all thy coldness
Be quell'd by love,
Thou mayst glean sorrow
For future years,—
Beware—false maiden!
Beware of tears!"