Edgar Allan Poe - From An Album lyrics

Elizabeth it is in vain you say "Love not"--thou sayest it in so sweet a way: In vain those words from thee or L. E. L. Zantippe's talents had enforced so well: Ah! if that language from thy heart arise, Breathe it less gently forth--and veil thine eyes. Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried To cure his love--was cured of all beside-- His folly--pride--and pa**ion--for he died.