Fair and false! No dawn will greet <br />Thy waking beauty as of old; <br />The little flower beneath thy feet <br />Is alien to thy smile so cold; <br />The merry bird flown up to meet <br />Young morning from his nest i' the wheat <br />Scatters his joy to wood and wold, <br />But scorns the arrogance of gold. <br /> <br />False and fair! I scarce know why, <br />But standing in the lonely air, <br />And underneath the blessed sky, <br />I plead for thee in my despair; - <br />For thee cut off, both heart and eye <br />From living truth; thy spring quite dry; <br />For thee, that heaven my thought may share, <br />Forget-how false! and think-how fair!<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-untitled-3/
