Alas, a hopeless love is one of the things seldom forgotten and rarely cured, coiling like a serpent around the heart, and stinging it to death.
“Thou bidst me crush it out and live it down,
Stamp out its memory from my aching brain;
Forget I loved, remove the thorny crown
That presses on my brow with maddening pain!
“I’ll tell thee thou hast never felt the fire
Of Love’s impassioned flame, or thou wouldst know
That hope deferred, the unattained desire,
But fans the embers into brightest glow.
“I tell thee, while we hold our earthly sway,