Be calm, rash heart, think well before we sever;
Recall the angry word, and bid me stay.’
Dead silence fell; the song-birds hushed their singing.
‘Enough,’ I proudly cried; ‘I choose my fate.’
While ever through my maddened brain kept ringing
The death-knell of my love—too late, too late!
‘Forgive, forgive!’ I wailed, the wild tears streaming,
As, ’mid the moaning trees, I stood alone;
‘Love, let thy kisses wake me from my dreaming.’
Thy pleading voice, thy tortured face, was gone.