She Loved Him--But She Heeded Not-- Her Heart Had Only Room For Pride: All Other Feelings Were Forgot, When She Became Another'S Bride. As From A Dream She Then Awoke, To Realize Her Lonely State, And Own It Was The Vow She Broke That Made Her Drear And Desolate! She Loved Him--But The Sland'rer Came, With Words Of Hate That All Believed; A Stain Thus Rested On His Name-- But He Was Wronged And She Deceived; Ah! Rash The Act That Gave Her Hand, That Drove Her Lover From Her Side-- Who Hied Him To A Distant Land, Where, Battling For A Name, He Died! She Loved Him--And His Memory Now Was Treasured From The World Apart: The Calm Of Thought Was On Her Brow, The Seeds Of Death Were In Her Heart. For All The World That Thing Forlorn I Would Not, Could Not Be, And Live-- That Casket With Its Jewel Gone, A Bride Who Has No Heart To Give!