I know there is not ought for me-
In this life, or the world to come.
The longing which I hold for thee
Does still my heart, and strike me dumb.
The memories which grip my mind
Do chill me as I contemplate
That love I once declared divine-
Could, Oh, so quickly, turn to hate.
The glow I saw within your eyes
When I once gave you your desires
It still abides, though you despise-
That flame burns now with hellish fires.
The lips which sweetly spake at night,
And vowed allegience, now withal-
To sting me as an adder’s bite…
And burn as bitter as the gall.
Ah, how I miss thee, lovely one!
And speak your name with every breath-
I’ll not know peace till life is done,
And I embrace, mine ally, Death.
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