Now, though your love seek mine for mate.
It is too late."
He exults cruelly; in the new situation he is revenged.
"Love wears thin,
And they laugh well who laugh the last."
He concludes:
"But sweet, for me no more with you!
Not while I live, not though I die.
Good night, good bye."
If she ever sought a return to the poet's affections, he refused to receive her. He had hoped she might seek to return; read the following lines from "The Triumph of Time," where he takes the same stand that he does in this poem.