And I did love thee—when by stealth we met

In the sweet evenings of that summer time,

Whose pleasant memory lingers with me yet,

As the remembrance of a better clime

Might haunt a fallen angel. And oh, thou—

Thou who didst turn away and seek to bind

Thy heart from breaking—thou hast felt ere now

A heart like thine o’ermastereth the mind:

Affection’s power is stronger than thy will—

Ah, thou didst love me, and thou lovest me still.