Love
Forsaken
From Victorian Songs (1895)
Love
Mother, I can not mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I!
No longer could I doubt him true,
All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet.
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MLA
Landor, Walter Savage. “Forsaken.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/40/.
Chicago
Landor, Walter Savage. “Forsaken.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/40/.
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