Breathing the word which is the knell
Of love and hope is not my will.
But God’s alone: Farewell.
“Never more on this once loved spot,
Never more on the rivulet’s bank,
Shall we sojourn: my love, great lord,
Insults thy lofty rank.
“Go, seek some fitter mate: for me,
Too poor to be thy wife, too proud
To be thy leman, grief, despair,