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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!