HAREBELL.Resignation. 
Perhaps you think it right and just, 
Since you are hound by nearer ties, 
To greet me with that careless tone, 
With those serene and silent eyes. 
So let it be! I only know, 
If I were in your place to-night, 
I would not grieve your spirits so 
For all God’s worlds of life and light. 
I could not turn, as you have done, 
From every memory of the past; 
I could not fling from soul and brow 
The shade that feeling should have cast. 
Oh! think how it must deepen all 
The pangs of wild remorse and pride, 
To feel, that you can coldly see 
The grief I vainly strive to hide! 
The happy star, who fills her urn 
With glory from the God of Day, 
Can never miss the smile he lends 
The wild-flower withering fast away. 
The fair, fond girl, who at your side, 
Within your soul’s dear light doth live, 
Could hardly have the heart to chide 
The ray that Friendship well might give. 
But if you deem it right and just, 
Blessed as you are in your glad lot, 
To greet me with that heartless tone, 
So let it be! I blame you not! 
Violet Vane. 
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