That thou hast turned thy love aside?
If thou would’st swell it with a tear
I’d bend my life to bridge the tide.
But this is weakness—born of pain!
How soon the heart forgets its wrong
And pleads for life and love again
With love as patient and as strong!
No longer will I humbly sue,
Or ask thy languid love to bless—
The years shall yield the good and true