TO ——
What you deny me, you gave;
You cannot take it again
In life and after the grave
There is something that even then,
Death will not kill or destroy,
It is so with the hearts of men.
Even your pride cannot rob
My life of its blessed past;
You cannot recall one throb,
One glance of the many cast
From those dear, passionate eyes;
These things will be mine to the last.