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BEGONE, BEGONE THOU TRUANT TEAR, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
Last Line: The troubadour has met
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, Isaac
Subject(s): Love – Unrequited


Begone, begone thou truant tear
That trembles on my cheek,
And far away be born the sigh
That more than words can speak.

And cease, my merry harp, to wake
The song of former days,
And perish all the minstrel lyre
That framed these happy lays.

She loves me not who woke these strains,
Then, wherefore should they be?
True, she doth smile as she was wont,
But doth she smile on me

Her neck with kindly arch ne'er bends
When listing to my song,
Nor does her passion-moving lips
The trembling notes prolong.

Time was, indeed, when she would hang
Enamoured on my theme ;
But ah, that happy time hath fled,
And vanished like a dream.

Peace, thou proud heart, and prate no more,
Thy sun ofjoy hath set,
And dark and starless is the sky
The troubadour has met.





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