I saw the evil rolling o’er your face
When I once said I’d go my separate way;
For what but evil finds in this disgrace
A loss it never loved, nor sought to stay?
No tears of sadness heralded despair—
That showed no sorrow, only blinding rage;
And to “our love,” what could you then compare,
With my heart locked within a gilded cage?
No love but selfishness would ask this state
As master might from some poor hapless slave;
Nor could a lover’s mind e’re contemplate
The tangled web of lies my soul misgave.
True love cannot thus end in cold disdain,
For without truth, there is no love to gain.

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