REVENGE - Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems


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Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair,
  And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the very air
  Her breath perfumed the while;

And wake for her the gifted line,
  That wild and witching lay,
And swear your heart is as a shrine,
  That only holds her sway.

'Tis well: I am revenged at last;--
  Mark you that scornful cheek,--
The eye averted as you pass'd,
  Spoke more than words could speak.

Ay, now by all the bitter tears
  That I have shed for thee,--
The racking doubts, the burning fears,--
  Avenged they well may be--

By the nights pass'd in sleepless care,
  The days of endless woe;
All that you taught my heart to bear,
  All that yourself will know.

I would not wish to see you laid
  Within an early tomb;
I should forget how you betray'd,
  And only weep your doom:

But this is fitting punishment,
  To live and love in vain,--
O my wrung heart, be thou content,
  And feed upon his pain.

Go thou and watch her lightest sigh,--
  Thine own it will not be;
And bask beneath her sunny eye,--
  It will not turn on thee.

'Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel,
  Far better hadst thou proved;
Ev'n I could almost pity feel,
  For thou art nor beloved.