I loved thee! Ah, those vows of love, br So fondly made, so soon unmade! br I trusted thee all men above— br Ah, fatal trust, so soon betrayed. br A dream that wore the face of truth br Was what I loved. The dream has flown. br All, all I've lost, faith, hope and love, br Had I but known! Had I but known! br br Thou weepest. Would that I could shed br A tear for either joy or grief! br But from the heart grown cold and dead br There springs no fountain of relief.