Self-Deceit

Self-Deceit

My neighbour’s curtain,well I see,

Is moving to and fin.

No doubt she’s list’ning eagerly,

If I’m at home or no.

And if the jealous grudge[47]I bore

And openly confess’d,

Is nourish’d by me as before,

Within my inmost[48]breast.

Alas!no fancies such as these

E’er cross’d the dear child’s thoughts.

I see’tis but the ev’ning breeze

That with the curtain sports.

1803.