Oh, that this world be not grim, not dull
Not dark, but that I could once more believe
In love as new as spring. So cold the ice
Of winter's flame covers in sheets of white
Th'affections which thou once did hardly feel.
Ay now, there's rue, that's for remembrance,
Bright suns ensheathed by shade; a shadow of
What once was new but now falls to old age.
Forget me not and mourn me not, my love
You are to blame. Your heart encased by stone
Cold ice dost push all thoughts of it away.
The more fool I, to love you as you love
Not me. By Jove I wish that I had not
Given my heart away. But now 'tis gone
Stolen by you I waste the days away.
No more o' this, no more o' this, I can't
Endure your scorn. Give me a day and I'll
Away to feel the breath of Hades come morn.