To Julia [I Saw The Peasant's Hand Unkind]

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Title:     To Julia [I Saw The Peasant's Hand Unkind]
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

I saw the peasant's hand unkind
From yonder oak the ivy sever;
They seemed in very being twined;
Yet now the oak is fresh as ever!

Not so the widowed ivy shines:
Torn from its dear and only stay,
In drooping widowhood it pines,
And scatters all its bloom away.

Thus, Julia, did our hearts entwine,
Till Fate disturbed their tender ties:
Thus gay indifference blooms in thine,
While mine, deserted, droops and dies!

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: To Julia [I Saw The Peasant's Hand Unkind]

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