"'Yet death is crueller than life,'
Once they said, 'for all the strife.'
"And so I lived; but the wild will,
Broken and bitter, drives to ill.
"And now I know, what no one saith,
That love is crueller than death.
"How I did love him! Is love too high,
My God, for such lost folk as I?"
Her tears went down to the grass by the well,