Go! Said The Angry, Weeping Maid, "The Charm Is Broken!--Once Betrayed, "Never Can This Wronged Heart Rely "On Word Or Look, On Oath Or Sigh. "Take Back The Gifts, So Fondly Given, "With Promised Faith And Vows To Heaven; "That Little Ring Which, Night And Morn, "With Wedded Truth My Hand Hath Worn; "That Seal Which Oft, In Moments Blest, "Thou Hast Upon My Lip Imprest, "And Sworn Its Sacred Spring Should Be "A Fountain Sealed[1] For Only Thee: "Take, Take Them Back, The Gift And Vow, "All Sullied, Lost And Hateful Now!" I Took The Ring--The Seal I Took, While, Oh, Her Every Tear And Look Were Such As Angels Look And Shed, When Man Is By The World Misled. Gently I Whispered, "Fanny, Dear! "Not Half Thy Lover'S Gifts Are Here: "Say, Where Are All The Kisses Given, "From Morn To Noon, From Noon To Even,-- "Those Signets Of True Love, Worth More "Than Solomon'S Own Seal Of Yore,-- "Where Are Those Gifts, So Sweet, So Many? "Come, Dearest,--Give Back All, If Any." While Thus I Whispered, Trembling Too, Lest All The Nymph Had Sworn Was True, I Saw A Smile Relenting Rise Mid The Moist Azure Of Her Eyes, Like Daylight O'Er A Sea Of Blue, While Yet In Mid-Air Hangs The Dew She Let Her Cheek Repose On Mine, She Let My Arms Around Her Twine; One Kiss Was Half Allowed, And Then-- The Ring And Seal Were Hers Again.