Revenge
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
1802 to 1838
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That wild and witching lay,
I would not wish to see you laid
Go thou and watch her lightest sigh,—
The racking doubts, the burning fears,—
Avenged they well may be—
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
Seem as you drank the very air
Thine own it will not be;
'Tis well: I am revenged at last,—
Oh my wrung heart, be thou content,
Mark you that scornful cheek,—
The days of endless woe;
And only weep your doom:
'Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel,
That I have shed for thee,—
I should forget how you betray'd,
Ev'n I could almost pity feel,
Her breath perfumed the while:
By the nights pass'd in sleepless care,
Far better hadst thou proved;
That only owns her sway.
And bask beneath her sunny eye,—
All that you taught my heart to bear,
Spoke more than words could speak.
And feed upon his pain.
But this is fitting punishment,
It will not turn on thee.
To live and love in vain,—
All that yourself will know.
Ay, now by all the bitter tears
Within an early tomb;
And wake for her the gifted line,
For thou art not beloved.
And gaze upon her smile;
The eye averted as you pass'd,
And swear your heart is as a shrine,