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.