I Seek No More To Bridge The Gulf That Lies Betwixt Our Separate Ways; For Vainly My Heart Prays, Hope Droops Her Head And Dies; I See The Sad, Tired Answer In Your Eyes. I Did Not Heed, And Yet The Stars Were Clear; Dreaming That Love Could Mate Lives Grown So Separate;-- But At The Best, My Dear, I See We Should Not Have Been Very Near. I Knew The End Before The End Was Nigh: The Stars Have Grown So Plain; Vainly I Sigh, In Vain For Things That Come To Some, But Unto You And Me Will Never Come.