Here you will find the Poem Sonnet IV of poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
BE frank with me, and I accept my lot; But deal not with me as a grieving child, Who for the loss of that which he hath not Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled. Raise not for me, from its enshrouded tomb, The ghostly likeness of a hope deceased; Nor think to cheat the darkness of my doom By wavering doubts how far thou art released: This dressing Pity in the garb of Love,-- This effort of the heart to seem the same,-- These sighs and lingerings, (which nothing prove But that thou leav'st me with a kind of shame,)-- Remind me more, by their most vain deceit, Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit.
