The betrothed
Language: English 
Had I met thee in thy beauty
When my heart and hand were free,
When no other claim'd the duty,
Which my soul would yield to thee,
Had I wooed then, had I won thee,
Oh! how blest had been my fate;
But thy sweetness hath undone me,
I have found thee - but too late.

For to one my vows were plighted
With a falt'ring lip and pale;
Hands our cruel sires united,
Hearts were deemed of slight avail!
Thus my youth's bright morn o'ershaded,
Thus betrothed to wealth and state,
All love's own sweet prospect faded;
I have found thee - but too late.

Like the fawn that finds the fountain
With the arrow in his breast,
Or like light upon the mountain,
Where the snow must ever rest -
Thou hast known me, but forgot me,
For I feel what ills await
Oh! 'tis madness to have met thee -
To have found thee - but too late!

Authorship

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Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2021-01-01
Line count: 24
Word count: 161