Go, Then - 'Tis Vain
By Thomas Moore
Go, then -- 'tis vain to hover
Thus around a hope that's dead --
At length my dream is over,
'Twas sweet--'twas false--'tis fled!
Farewell! since nought it moves thee,
Such truth as mine to see, --
Some one who far less loves thee,
Perhaps more bless'd will be.
Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness
New life around me shed!
Farewell, false heart, whose lightness
Now leaves me death instead!
Go, now, those charms surrender
To some new lover's sigh,
One who, though far less tender,
May be more bless'd than I.
Source Book
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
by Thomas Moore
Copyright undated, very old
Published by The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.
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