WAS it for this I dearly loved thee?.... <br />But since at length I know thy heart, <br />And learn no real passion moved thee, <br />Go, Henry, go; this hour we part. <br /> <br />But do not think, past love forgetting, <br />That I thy foe can ever be; <br />My blighted hopes howe'er regretting, <br />I still shall pray for bliss to thee. <br />I still, no wrongs from thee resenting, <br />Shall wish Love's choicest treasures thine; <br />Though till life's closing sigh lamenting <br />The power to bless thee was not mine .<br /><br />Amelia Opie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-to-a-russian-air/
