Happiness lost

No, Henry, I must not, I cannot be blinded;

'Tis past, and I bade thee for ever adieu!

In feeling too warm, or in thought too high-minded,

I cannot at pleasure be false and be true.

The Henry I lov'd like a vision departed,

While fix'd were my eyes, and while raptur'd my view!

I saw him how lovely, -- I thought him kind-hearted;

Oh, lost! and for ever -- for ever adieu!