She Would Have it So

I loved her; and beneath the moon, We met among the flowers of June; I gave her my all, my love's rich boon, I loved her, but we parted soon, She would have it so.

I loved her; through my span of life, She might have been my cherished wife; And I had striven, with ceaseless strife, To make her days with pleasures rife; She would not have it so.

I loved her; for she bent on me A smile and look of sorcery; Until my heart could not be free; Alas! that such deceit should be;— But she would have it so.

I loved her; and my heart was broke, Beneath the heavy, crushing stroke; As 'neath the lightning dies the oak When she in scorn and anger spoke; She would have it so!