In company of them, that, love forsaken,
Before cold shrines and at dead altars kneel,
Remember this—I bade thy heart awaken;
Here in this hand it lay a prisoner!
Thy first wild love-kiss from my lips was taken,
And with my breath thy first sighs mingled were!
Remember this—I loved thee well and long,
Thou haven to me, a time-worn wanderer!
Then, though my voice be drowned in that clear song
Of thy new love, and I forgotten be