But this horrible depth of nameless woe
Was nothing on earth but an accident.
With your tender heart and your gracious way,
And your temper as gay as cloudless skies,
You would sooner have died that fatal day
Than taken the life of Jack Devize.
O tender heart, art thou lonely and cold,
With no one to comfort or take thy part?
O sweet gay words in the days that are old!
And oh, to be clasp'd to that tender heart!