Fare Thee Well, Thou Lovely One! Lovely Still, But Dear No More; Once His Soul Of Truth Is Gone, Love'S Sweet Life Is O'Er. Thy Words, What E'Er Their Flattering Spell, Could Scarce Have Thus Deceived; But Eyes That Acted Truth So Well Were Sure To Be Believed. Then, Fare Thee Well, Thou Lovely One! Lovely Still, But Dear No More; Once His Soul Of Truth Is Gone, Love'S Sweet Life Is O'Er. Yet Those Eyes Look Constant Still, True As Stars They Keep Their Light; Still Those Cheeks Their Pledge Fulfil Of Blushing Always Bright. 'Tis Only On Thy Changeful Heart The Blame Of Falsehood Lies; Love Lives In Every Other Part, But There, Alas! He Dies. Then, Fare Thee Well, Thou Lovely One! Lovely Still, But Dear No More; Once His Soul Of Truth Is Gone, Love'S Sweet Life Is O'Er.