Fare thee well, thou lovely one!

  Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

  Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, what e'er their flattering spell,

  Could scarce have thus deceived;

But eyes that acted truth so well

  Were sure to be believed.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

  Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

  Love's sweet life is o'er.

Yet those eyes look constant still,

  True as stars they keep their light;

Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil

  Of blushing always bright.

'Tis only on thy changeful heart

  The blame of falsehood lies;

Love lives in every other part,

  But there, alas! he dies.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

  Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,

  Love's sweet life is o'er.