More anxious I, on watch for thee,
Lest thou shouldst not come."
And occasionally the lover, flouted overmuch, retorts in kind.
"Don't blame me that eyes are wet,
For I only pay my debt.
I've taught you to cry and fret,
But first you taught me to forget."
"I'll not have you, Little Torment,
I don't want you, Little Witch.
Let your mother light four candles