by Thomas Moore
With all my soul, then, let us part,
Since both are anxious to be free;
And I will send you home your heart,
If you will send back mine to me.
We've had some happy hours together,
But joy must often change its wing;
And spring would be but gloomy weather
If we had nothing else but spring.
'Tis not that I expect to find
A more devoted, fond, and true one,
With rosier cheek or sweeter mind --
Enough for me that she's a new one.
Source:The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.