I curse thy face; I curse thy hair;
I curse thy lips that smile so well,
Thy life, thy love, and my despair,
My loveless couch, thy wedding-bell;
My soul and thine!—Ah, see! though black,
I take one half my curses back.
XIII.
For thou and I were form'd for hate,
For love, for scorn; no matter what.
I am thy Fere and thou my Fate,