To Julia [Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream]

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Title:     To Julia [Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream]
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream,
A dream, I find, illusory as sweet:
One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem,
Far dearer were than passion's bland deceit!

I've heard you oft eternal truth declare;
Your heart was only mine, I once believed.
Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air?
And _must_ I say, my hopes were all deceived?

Vow, then, no longer that our souls are twined
That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal;
Julia!--'tis pity, pity makes you kind;
You know I love, and you would _seem_ to feel.

But shall I still go seek within those arms
A joy in which affection takes no part?
No, no, farewell! you give me but your charms,
When I had fondly thought you gave your heart.

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: To Julia [Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream]

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