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.