You would have understood me, had you waited;
    I could have loved you, dear! as well as he:
    Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated
    Always to disagree.

    What is the use of speech? Silence were fitter:
    Lest we should still be wishing things unsaid.
    Though all the words we ever spake were bitter,
    Shall I reproach you dead?

    Nay, let this earth, your portion, likewise cover
    All the old anger, setting us apart:
    Always, in all, in truth was I your lover;
    Always, I held your heart.

    I have met other women who were tender,
    As you were cold, dear! with a grace as rare.
    Think you, I turned to them, or made surrender,
    I who had found you fair?

    Had we been patient, dear! ah, had you waited,
    I had fought death for you, better than he:
    But from the very first, dear! we were fated
    Always to disagree.

    Late, late, I come to you, now death discloses
    Love that in life was not to be our part:
    On your low lying mound between the roses,
    Sadly I cast my heart.

    I would not waken you: nay! this is fitter;
    Death and the darkness give you unto me;
    Here we who loved so, were so cold and bitter,
    Hardly can disagree.

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