Thou Lovest No More
Thomas Moore
1779 to 1852
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I've thought thee all thou wert before;
As lost affection's life restore,
Thy heart is changed, thy vow is broken,
Give peace to her that is forsaken,
Tho' fondly still those arms enfold me,
Tho' kindly still those eyes behold me,
The smile is gone, which once they wore;
Too long my dream of bliss believing,
'Tis not the same—thou lovest no more.
Nor canst thou veil the sad truth o'er;
Oh, thou as soon the dead couldst waken,
But now—alas! there's no deceiving,
'Tis all too plain, thou lovest no more.
Thou lovest no more—thou lovest no more.
Or bring back him who loves no more.
Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken