THE TULIP, 
Pride is stronger than Love. 
Let him go! If a smile 
Could Love’s severed chain rivet— 
If a sigh could recall him— 
I’d die ere I’d give it. 
Let him go! He shall learn 
How a woman’s deep pride— 
Once roused—can o’ermaster 
All passions beside. 
While I girlishly trusted 
Each vow that he said, 
A word could have won me, 
A look could have led. 
For pliant and light 
As a flower to the air, 
Is woman’s fond spirit 
To kindness and care. 
But now —not a tear, 
Not a shade shall discover 
One trace of my grief 
To my false-hearted lover. 
And now —the proud star, 
That beams purest on high, 
Shall stoop at his bidding 
As easy as I. 
Let him go! If a smile 
Could Love’s severed chain rivet— 
If a sigh could recall him— 
I’d die ere I’d give it! 
