When others saw thee gay and vain, And saw my weakness too,— A willing captive in thy chain, Nor doubt nor care I knew. When others saw thy faults too well, And bade my heart beware, I linger'd in thy beauty's spell, And found no danger there. Even when I saw how false and cold Thou couldst to others be, My trusting heart would not be told Thou wert untrue to me. Like one whom lovely fruits allure To d**h and misery*, I find my fate admits no cure, And know the truth—to die!