I give thee back thy fickle heart,
Thy faithless vows I've spurned,
I bury deep the blighted hopes
That in my bosom burned.
Yet who had thought a brow so fair,
From guile so seeming free,
A voice so sweet, so winning rare,
So treacherous could be?
Who would have dreamed a form that seemed
Proud Honor's templed shrine,
Could hold within an urn of sin
A soul so false as thine?
Nor strange 'twould be, if ne'er again,
Till age had wasted youth,
That heart betrayed by such as thou,
Could trust in human truth.
But go! and though thy wiles no more
Will move my heart to strife,
Canst glad thy vain soul with the thought
That thou hast wrecked a life.
I Give Thee Back My Heart
Madge Morris Wagner
(1)
Poem topics: life, trust, truth, voice, human, sweet, deep, glad, hold, honor, strange, thine, youth, strife, soul, thought, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about I Give Thee Back My Heart poem by Madge Morris Wagner
Best Poems of Madge Morris Wagner