January 16, 1807 (Published 1832)
Oh, Anne your offences to me have been grievous:
I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you:
But woman is made to command and deceive us ---
I look'd in your face, and I almost forgave you.
I vou'd I could ne'er for a moment respect you.
Yet thought that a day's separation was long;
When we met, I determined again to suspect you ---
Your smile soon convinced me suspicion was wrong.
I swore, in a transport of young indignation,
With fervent contempt evermore to disdain you:
I saw you --- my anger became admiration:
And now, all my wish, all my hope's to regain you.
With beauty like yours, oh, how vain the contention !
Thus lowly I sue for forgiveness before you;
At once to conclude such a fruitless dissension,
Be false, my sweet Anne, when I cease to adore you !
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