YES, thou art changed since first we met, <br />But think not I shall e'er regret, <br />Though never can my heart forget, <br />The charms that once were thine: <br />For, Marian, well the cause I know <br />That stole the lustre from thine eye; <br />That proved thy beauty's secret foe, <br />And bade thy bloom and spirits fly: <br />What laid thy health, my Marian, low, <br />Was anxious care of mine. <br /> <br />O'er my sick couch I saw thee bend <br />The duteous wife, the tender friend, <br />And each capricious wish attend <br />With soft, incessant care. <br />Then trust me, love, that pallid face <br />Can boast a sweeter charm for me, <br />A truer, tenderer, dearer grace <br />Than blooming health bestowed on thee;.... <br />For there thy well-tried love I see, <br />And read my blessings there.<br /><br />Amelia Opie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-thou-art-changed-since-first-we-met/
