Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair, <br /> And gaze upon her smile; <br />Seem as you drank the very air <br /> Her breath perfumed the while: <br /> <br />And wake for her the gifted line, <br /> That wild and witching lay, <br />And swear your heart is as a shrine, <br /> That only owns her sway. <br /> <br />'Tis well: I am revenged at last,— <br /> Mark you that scornful cheek,— <br />The eye averted as you pass'd, <br /> Spoke more than words could speak. <br /> <br />Ay, now by all the bitter tears <br /> That I have shed for thee,— <br />The racking doubts, the burning fears,— <br /> Avenged they well may be— <br /> <br />By the nights pass'd in sleepless care, <br /> The days of endless woe; <br />All that you taught my heart to bear, <br /> All that yourself will know. <br /> <br />I would not wish to see you laid <br /> Within an early tomb; <br />I should forget how you betray'd, <br /> And only weep your doom: <br /> <br />But this is fitting punishment, <br /> To live and love in vain,— <br />Oh my wrung heart, be thou content, <br /> And feed upon his pain. <br /> <br />Go thou and watch her lightest sigh,— <br /> Thine own it will not be; <br />And bask beneath her sunny eye,— <br /> It will not turn on thee. <br /> <br />'Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel, <br /> Far better hadst thou proved; <br />Ev'n I could almost pity feel, <br /> For thou art nor beloved.<br /><br />Letitia Elizabeth Landon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revenge/
