Well! Thou Art Happy. [1]

1. Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do. 2. Thy husband's blest - and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass - Oh! how my heart Would hate him if he loved thee not! 3. When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smil'd, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake. 4. I kiss'd it, - and repress'd my sighs Its father in its face to see; But then it had its mother's eyes, And they were all to love and me. 5. Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. 6. I deem'd that Time, I deem'd that Pride, Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart in all, - save hope, - the same. 7. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crime - We met, - and not a nerve was shook. 8. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there: One only feeling couldst thou trace; The sullen calmness of despair. 9. Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart be still, or break.