O I shall die of you, of you, of you!
Though now you banish me forevermore,
Never to look upon your face again—
Think you that I shall sorrow for my love?
Though I shall lie upon my bed of death
And know you have forgotten me forever—
Think you that I shall sorrow for my love?
O life and joy and breath and death of me,
I shall cry out exultant—and lie dead!
O I shall die of you, of you, of you!