I Will Never Love Thee More

I will never love thee more,
 Though I loved thee once so well;
Why, a prodigal, the store
 Of my bosom's inmost cell,
Should I waste on one who ne'er
 Won a truthful heart before;
 Let who will thy favour share,
 I will never love thee more!
I will never love thee more!
 Wherefore to an idol bow,
 Why a deity adore,
Heartless, hollow, cold as thou!
Fools the facile smiles may win,
 That 'twas mine to win of yore;
 Worship misapplied, is sin;
 I will never love thee more!
 I will never love thee more,
 Though I loved thee once so well;
 Love's illusion now is o'er,
 Take then, take my last farewell!
 Should thy practised wiles again
 Touch some truthful bosom's core,
Be the thought not stirred in vain,
Why I ne'er can love thee more!