How mendacious thou art my deceitful smile,
And how misleading thou art my roseate lip;
Thou dost snake slyly and change as a reptile
But when all alone, thou always rise and dip.
Oh! Many days, for this, I slept in torment,
Where my smile veil'd my interior wound
And from my dear wish it did often dissent
When I over myself desperately mooned.
Heaven! Seldom has my smile been sincere,