BE frank with me, and I accept my lot; <br />But deal not with me as a grieving child, <br />Who for the loss of that which he hath not <br />Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled. <br />Raise not for me, from its enshrouded tomb, <br />The ghostly likeness of a hope deceased; <br />Nor think to cheat the darkness of my doom <br />By wavering doubts how far thou art released: <br />This dressing Pity in the garb of Love,-- <br />This effort of the heart to seem the same,-- <br />These sighs and lingerings, (which nothing prove <br />But that thou leav'st me with a kind of shame,)-- <br />Remind me more, by their most vain deceit, <br />Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit.<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iv-9/
