To aid, when Churus and Opium failed;—
I could not suffer so much and live.
Ahi, Yasmini, who had to live!
Nay, why should I say “Forgive” to Thee?
To whom my lovers and I are naught,
Who granted some passionate nights to me,
Then rose and left me with never a thought!
And yet, Ah, yet, for those Nights that Were,
Thy passive limbs and thy loose loved hair,
I would pay, as I _have_ paid, all these days,