I Did Not Say, "Yes, We Had Better Part Since Love Is Over Or Must Be Suppressed." I Did Not Say, "I'll Hold You In My Heart Saint-Like, And In The Thought Of Your Thought Rest, And Pray For You And Wish You Happiness In A Better Love Than Mine." I Was Another Man To Another Woman, Tears Falling Or Burnt Dry Were Nothing Then. I Struck Your Heart, I Struck Your Mind; Inhuman, Future And Past I Stabbed And Stabbed Again, Cursing The Very Thought Of Your Happiness In Another Love Than Mine: --Then Left You Sick To Death, And I Like Death. It Was A Broken Body Bore Me Away-- A Broken Mind--Poisoned By My Own Breath, And Love Self-Poisoned.... Was It But Yesterday? --Forgive, Forgive, Forgive, Forgive, Forgive, Forgive!