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.