FAITHLESS.
AH, yes! Thy love was like the stars, but notLike faithful stars which gleam with steadfast light,But as a darting ærolite, swift shotAcross the blackness of a sombre night,Fading as quickly, and as soon forgot.
AH, yes! Thy love was like the stars, but notLike faithful stars which gleam with steadfast light,But as a darting ærolite, swift shotAcross the blackness of a sombre night,Fading as quickly, and as soon forgot.
AH, yes! Thy love was like the stars, but not
Like faithful stars which gleam with steadfast light,
But as a darting ærolite, swift shot
Across the blackness of a sombre night,
Fading as quickly, and as soon forgot.