La Revanche

There is no more for me to hope,
     There is no more for thee to fear;
And, if I give my Sorrow scope,
     That Sorrow thou shalt never hear.
     Why did I hold thy love so dear?
     Why shed for such a heart one tear?
Let deep and dreary silence be
My only memory of thee!

When all are fled who flatter now,
     Save thoughts which will not flatter then;
And thou recall’st the broken vow
     To him who must not love again—
     Each hour of now forgotten years
     Thou, then, shalt number with thy tears;
And every drop of grief shall be
A vain remembrancer of me!