From An Album lyrics
by Edgar Allan Poe
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 passion--for he died.