SONG.
Reading edition
They tell me thou art faithless, Love! That vows thy lips have sworn— The smiles which light thy lovely face— Are false as April morn; My brightest dreams of happiness They wish me to forget: But, No! the spell that won my love Doth bind my spirit yet.
They tell me thou art faithless, Love! And changeful as a dream: They say thou'rt frail as drifts of sand That kiss the laughing stream; They whisper if I wed thee, Sweet! My heart will know regret: But, No! the spell that won my love Doth bind my spirit yet.