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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover? Or, there, did my Minna pass by-- My Minna--and knew not her lover? On the arm of the coxcomb she crossed, Well the fan might its zephyr bestow; Herself in her vanity lost, That wanton my Minna?--Ah, no! In the gifts of my love she was dressed, My plumes o'er her summer hat quiver; The ribbons that flaunt in her breast Might bid her--remember the giver! And still do they bloom on thy bosom, The flowerets I gathered for thee! Still as fresh is the leaf of each blossom, 'Tis the heart that has faded from me! Go and take, then, the incense they tender; Go, the one that adored thee forget! Go, thy charms to the feigner surrender, In my scorn is my comforter yet! Go, for thee with what trust and belief There beat not ignobly a heart That has strength yet to strive with the grief To have worshipped the trifler thou art! Thy beauty thy heart hath betrayed-- Thy beauty--shame, Minna, to thee! To-morrow its glory will fade, And its roses all withered will be! The swallows that swarm in the sun Will fly when the north winds awaken, The false ones thine autumn will shun, For whom thou the true hast forsaken! 'Mid the wrecks of the charms in December, I see thee alone in decay, And each spring shall but bid thee remember How brief for thyself was the May! Then they who so wantonly flock To the rapture thy kiss can impart, Shall scoff at thy winter, and mock Thy beauty as wrecked as thy heart! Thy beauty thy heart hath betrayed-- Thy beauty--shame, Minna, to thee To-morrow its glory will fade-- And its roses all withered will be! O, what scorn for thy desolate years Shall I feel!--God forbid it in me! How bitter will then be the tears Shed, Minna, O Minna, for thee!
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