I did not hear thy tender voice appealing,
Nor marked thy anguish when I cried, ‘Depart!’
Too blind to see thy pitying glance, revealing
The generous promptings of thy noble heart.
How could I know that faithful heart was yearning,
Though crushed and wounded to its inmost core,
To take me back, like weary bird returning
In fear and trembling, when the storm is o’er!
‘Remember, love, that it may be for ever;
To see my face no more by night or day.