But, ah! that smile, more eloquent than sighs
Tells of a broken heart.
’Tis said that thou
Dost ever shine the gayest ’mid the gay,
That loudest rings thy laugh in festive halls,
That in the dance, with lips all wreathed in smiles,
Thou whisperest love’s delicious flatteries;
And if my name is spoken, a light sneer
Is all thy comment. Yet, proud man, I know
Beneath thy hollow mask of recklessness