Why look'd I on that fatal line? br Why did I pray that page to see? br Too well I knew no word of thine br Was fraught with aught but pain to me. br I should have known, I should have thought br The fleeting hope would soon decay! br So oft the gleam of joy it brought br Has only shone to pass away. br Thy hand had traced the words I read; br And in that dream I wandered on— br Forgot their cherish'd spell was fled, br Thy vows no more—thy fondness gone.