Text: unknown (ed. Killis Campbell), “Ballad,” The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Ginn and Company, 1917, pp. 141-142


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BALLAD

They have giv’n her to another —

They have sever’d ev’ry vow;

They have giv’n her to another,

And my heart is lonely now;

They remember’d not our parting —

They remember’d not our tears,

They have sever’d in one fatal hour

The tenderness of years.

Oh! was it weal to leave me?

Thou couldst not so deceive me;

Lang and sairly shall I grieve thee,

Lost, lost Rosabel!

They have giv’n thee to another —

Thou art now his gentle bride;

Had I lov’d thee as a brother,

I might see thee at his side;

But I know with gold they won thee,

And thy trusting heart beguil’d;

Thy mother too, did shun me,

For she knew I lov’d her child.

Oh! was it weal to leave me?

Thou couldst not so deceive me;

Lang and sairly shall I grieve thee,

Lost, lost Rosabel!

They have giv’n her to another —

She will love him, so they say;

If her mem’ry do not chide her,

Oh! perhaps, perhaps she may;

But I know that she hath spoken

What she never can forget;

And tho’ my poor heart be broken,

It will love her, love her yet.

Oh! was it weal to leave me?

Thou couldst not so deceive me;

Lang and sairly shall I grieve thee,

Lost, lost Rosabel!

 


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Notes:

None.

 

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[S:0 - KCP, 1917] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Ballad (ed. K. Campbell, 1917)