FORSAKEN.
They say that thou art false to me.It is not true, it cannot be.I loved thee once, I love thee yet;O dearest! canst thou me forget?I loved thee e’en when first we met,And even now do not regretThe love for thee that fills my heart.Wilt thou O dearest from me part?O hath another won thy heart?Must I alone endure the smartThat cometh from thy broken vow?If I must suffer, so must thou.The past is dead, and buried deep,For thee my love I can but weep.Though sad the day that first we met,That past, for me, holds no regret.E’en though thou lov’st another now,Again thou’lt break thy troth, thy vow.Thy fickle heart e’er fickle beThrough time, and through eternity.Thou seemest not so happy now,As when to me thou mad’st thy vowThat sometime thou wouldst be my bride,And thy dear self to me confide.The memory of that past is dear,Though lying on sad memory’s bier.And now farewell, “I love thee still,Against my wish, against my will.”The future holds no joy for meIf I am parted dear from thee.Farewell! Farewell! I give thee up.The dregs of life I now must sup.But loving thee, I can forgive.Without thy love, I cannot live.Alone, forsaken, and bereft,There’s naught on earth for me now left.Farewell! farewell! our past is dead,All happiness from me hath fled.The dreary future must be met;I find that I cannotforget.I think that thou wilt love me dear,When I am dead, and o’er my bierThou bendest down to look at me.My heart will then from grief be free.
They say that thou art false to me.It is not true, it cannot be.I loved thee once, I love thee yet;O dearest! canst thou me forget?I loved thee e’en when first we met,And even now do not regretThe love for thee that fills my heart.Wilt thou O dearest from me part?O hath another won thy heart?Must I alone endure the smartThat cometh from thy broken vow?If I must suffer, so must thou.The past is dead, and buried deep,For thee my love I can but weep.Though sad the day that first we met,That past, for me, holds no regret.E’en though thou lov’st another now,Again thou’lt break thy troth, thy vow.Thy fickle heart e’er fickle beThrough time, and through eternity.Thou seemest not so happy now,As when to me thou mad’st thy vowThat sometime thou wouldst be my bride,And thy dear self to me confide.The memory of that past is dear,Though lying on sad memory’s bier.And now farewell, “I love thee still,Against my wish, against my will.”The future holds no joy for meIf I am parted dear from thee.Farewell! Farewell! I give thee up.The dregs of life I now must sup.But loving thee, I can forgive.Without thy love, I cannot live.Alone, forsaken, and bereft,There’s naught on earth for me now left.Farewell! farewell! our past is dead,All happiness from me hath fled.The dreary future must be met;I find that I cannotforget.I think that thou wilt love me dear,When I am dead, and o’er my bierThou bendest down to look at me.My heart will then from grief be free.