Nor can I bear to see you thus to-day,
A man astray, uncertain where he goes.”
And I, “Alas! Most sovereign Princess!
You know my state: shall I repeat it? Nay!
’Twas Death—who doth all men alike oppress—
’Twas Death that stole my darling love away.
She who so guided me upon my way—
My only love, more lovely than the rose—
That while she lived no one of me might say,
‘A man astray, uncertain where he goes.’”