Deserted of her Spouse, she sat lamenting in the chamber. <br /> <br />Hast thou gone and left me, <br />Void of faults but strictly true? <br />Fly far away <br />Without delay, <br />Adieu, my love, adieu. <br /> <br />Hast thou gone and left me, <br />Hence to seek another bride? <br />I must be still, <br />Thou hast thy will, <br />The world is free and wide. <br /> <br />Only hadst thou told me <br />Ere I drunk the bitter cup, <br />I could with shame, <br />Now bear the blame, <br />And freely give thee up. <br /> <br />But I'm left to ponder, <br />Now in the depth of sorrow's gloom; <br />Like some dull sprite, <br />In dead of night, <br />Bewailing o'er her tomb. <br /> <br />Swiftly fly and welcome; <br />It is the fate of fools to rove; <br />With whom I know <br />Wedlock is woe <br />Without the stream of love. <br /> <br />Where constant love is wanting, <br />Pleasure has not long to dwell; <br />I view my fate, <br />Alas, too late! <br />So partner, fare thee well. <br /> <br />But, my love, remember, <br />Hence we meet and face to face, <br />Thy heart shall ache, <br />Thy soul shall quake, <br />The wretch of all disgrace.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dirge-2/
