Thou art not false, but thou art fickle, br To those thyself so fondly sought; br The tears that thou hast forced to trickle br Are doubly bitter from that thought: br 'Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievest br Too well thou lov'st - too soon thou leavest. br br The wholly false the heart despises, br And spurns deceiver and deceit; br But she who not a thought disguises, br Whose love is as sincere as sweet, br When she can change who loved so truly, br It feels what mine has felt so newly.