Perhaps you think it right and just,
Since you are bound by nearer ties,
To greet me with that careless tone,
With those serene and silent eyes.
So let it be! I only know,
If I were in your place to-night,
I would not grieve your spirit so,
For all God's worlds of life and light!
I could not turn, as you have done,
From every memory of the past;
I would not fling, from soul and brow,
The shade that Feeling should have cast.
Oh! think how it must deepen all
The pangs of wild remorse and pride,
To feel that, you can coldly see
The grief, I vainly strive to hide!
The fair, fond girl, who at your side,
Within your soul's dear light, doth live,
Could hardly have the heart to chide
The ray that Friendship well might give.
But if you deem it right and just
Blessed as you are in your glad lot,
To greet me with that heartless tone,
So let it be! I blame you not!