Amelia Opie

(12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853 / Norwich)

Song. To A Russian Air - Poem by Amelia Opie

WAS it for this I dearly loved thee?....
But since at length I know thy heart,
And learn no real passion moved thee,
Go, Henry, go; this hour we part.

But do not think, past love forgetting,
That I thy foe can ever be;
My blighted hopes howe'er regretting,
I still shall pray for bliss to thee.
I still, no wrongs from thee resenting,
Shall wish Love's choicest treasures thine;
Though till life's closing sigh lamenting
The power to bless thee was not mine .

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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