Thou Lovest No More
Thomas Moore
1779 to 1852
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Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken
Nor thou veil the sad truth o'er;
Thy heart is changed, thy vow is broken,
Thou lovest no more—thou no more.
Tho' kindly still those eyes behold me,
The smile is gone, which once they wore;
Tho' still those arms enfold me,
'Tis not the same—thou lovest no more.
Too long my dream of bliss believing,
I've thought thee all thou wert before;
But now—alas! there's no deceiving,
'Tis all too plain, thou no more.
Oh, thou as soon the dead couldst waken,
As lost affection's life restore,
Give peace to that is forsaken,
Or bring back him who no more.