Oh, Love Me! Love Me Still!
by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan
Oh, love me! love me still!
Though thou art doom'd to leave me;
Whilst thou art blest, no ill
Of frowning fate can grieve me.
Then love me! love me still!
What, though the cold world smile,
Its scorn can never move thee;
Then turn thee yet awhile,
Till I can cease to love thee!
And love me! love me still!
And as the crush'd flower sends
Its soul of perfumed breathing,
To him whose footstep bends
The blossoms 'neath its wreathing,
And, dying, haunts him still;
So my crush'd heart to thee
Will send love's last faint sighing;
Thy dreams of her shall be
Whom thou art vainly flying!
Who loves thee, loves thee still!