Would I had seen thee dead and cold, <br />In thy lone grave asleep, <br />Than live, thy falsehood to behold, <br />And penitent to weep: <br />For better, I thy grave could see, <br />Than know that thou art false to me! <br /> <br /> <br />Or rather, would that I had died, <br />When happy on thy breast- <br />My love had then been satisfied, <br />And life's last moments blest, <br />For they taste bliss without alloy, <br />Who die in the sweet dream of joy! <br /> <br /> <br />But no! I feel the fault was mine, <br />To think affection's chain <br />Could thy proud wayward heart confine, <br />When honor's claim was vain: <br />Who robs the shrine where virtue lies, <br />Will not the stolen relic prize!<br /><br />Lady Caroline Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/would-i-had-seen-thee-dead-and-cold/
