I WAS not false to thee, and yet <br />My cheek alone looked pale; <br />My weary eye was dim and wet, <br />My strength began to fail. <br />Thou wert the same; thy looks were gay, <br />Thy step was light and free; <br />And yet, with truth, my heart can say, <br />I was not false to thee! <br /> <br />I was not false to thee, yet now <br />Thou hast a cheerful eye, <br />With flushing cheek and drooping brow <br />I wander mournfully. <br />I hate to meet the gaze of men, <br />I weep where none can see; <br />Why do I only suffer, when <br />I was not false to thee? <br /> <br />I was not false to thee; yet oh! <br />How scornfully they smile, <br />Who see me droop, who guess my woe, <br />Yet court thee all the while. <br />'Tis strange! but when long years are past, <br />Thou wilt remember me; <br />Whilst I can feel until the last, <br />I was not false to thee!<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-not-false-to-thee/
