Sweet lady, look not thus again:

  Those bright, deluding smiles recall

A maid remember'd now with pain,

  Who was my love, my life, my all!

Oh! while this heart bewildered took

  Sweet poison from her thrilling eye,

Thus would she smile and lisp and look,

  And I would hear and gaze and sigh!

Yes, I did love her—wildly love—

  She was her sex's best deceiver!

And oft she swore she'd never rove—

  And I was destined to believe her!

Then, lady, do not wear the smile

  Of one whose smile could thus betray;

Alas! I think the lovely wile

  Again could steal my heart away.

For, when those spells that charmed my mind

  On lips so pure as thine I see,

I fear the heart which she resigned

  Will err again and fly to thee!