Revenge
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
1802 to 1838
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Avenged they well may be—
Within an early tomb;
And wake for her the gifted line,
And gaze upon her smile;
The eye averted as you pass'd,
Oh my wrung heart, be thou content,
And bask beneath her sunny eye,—
I would not wish to see you laid
But this is fitting punishment,
Ay, now by all the bitter tears
And feed upon his pain.
For thou art not beloved.
'Tis well: I am revenged at last,—
Seem as you drank the very air
By the nights pass'd in sleepless care,
All that you taught my heart to bear,
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
Far better hadst thou proved;
Ev'n I could almost pity feel,
And only weep your doom:
I should forget how you betray'd,
Spoke more than words could speak.
Go thou and watch her lightest sigh,—
The days of endless woe;
That wild and witching lay,
That I have shed for thee,—
All that yourself will know.
That only owns her sway.
'Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel,
It will not turn on thee.
Mark you that scornful cheek,—
Thine own it will not be;
And swear your heart is as a shrine,
The racking doubts, the burning fears,—
Her breath perfumed the while:
To live and love in vain,—