Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж)

A Lover's Complaint to His Mistress

Who deserted him in quest of a more wealthy husband 
in the East Indies

The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky:
Tis Silence all. By lonely anguish torn,
With wandering feet to gloomy groves I fly,
And wakeful Love still tracks my course forlorn.

Ah! will you, cruel Julia! will you go?
And trust you to the Ocean's dark dismay?
Shall the wide watry world between us flow?
And winds unpitying snatch my Hopes away?

Thus could you sport with my too easy heart?
Yet tremble, lest not unavenged I grieve!
The Winds may learn your own delusive art,
And faithless Ocean smile—but to deceive!

1. Home-Sick. Written In Germany
2. To the Autumnal Moon
3. Duty Surviving Self-Love, the Only Sure Friend of Declining Life
4. To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls
5. The Picture, Or The Lover's Resolution

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