Saturday, August 08, 2020

Saturday Poetry Corner 43: Revenge

Today, a poem by Laeticia Elizabeth Landon.



  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.

(from here)