That weakest of all things, the poor human heart,
How can it live with the pang and the thought
That it gave pain to another?
“O my beloved, if thou wilt kill me,
Use neither dagger nor poison nor rope!
Say only you wish me to vanish
From the green earth and the kingdom of life,
And I shall sink to my grave.
“From thee came life of life; thou gavest me love,
And now thou recallest thy gift, I know it too well.