“That day, the day when you at first loved me,
And heard from me, ‘I love,’ in whispered breath,
Curse not that day! The grave is near for me!
I will right all, redeem all, by my death.
“Cease! Tell me not the days for you are sad;
This invalid a jailor cease to name.
For me remains the cold gloom of the grave;
For thee the embraces of another flame.
“Full well I know thou dost another love.
To spare, to wait, this seemed a tedious plan.