I am so afraid that you feel remorse
For an end that indeed you could not prevent;
And I am not there to put gentle force
On what you should and should not repent.
I am so afraid that you grieve too much,
With a sorrow that nothing will stop or stay:
O Harry, don't let your sorrow be such;
O darling, you shall be happy some day!
They want to have you; they hunt you to death:
They cannot believe that you meant the deed!