Had I been worthy of the love you gave, That love withdrawn had left me sad but strong; My heart had been as silent as my tongue, My bed had been unfevered as my grave; I had not striven for what I could not save; Back, back to heaven my great hopes I had flung; To have much suffered, having done no wrong,
Had seemed to me that noble part the brave Account it ever. What this hour I am Affirms the unworthiness that in me lurked: Some sapping poison through my substance worked, Some sin not trivial, though it lacked a name, Which ratifies the deed that you have done With plain approval. Other plea seek none.