ALONE AND COLD

Do not, O do not use me As you have used others. Better you did refuse me: You have refused others. Better, far better hope to banish A small child than, grown old, Hope should decay, his vigour vanish, And I be left alone and Cold, cold.

Ah, use no guile nor cunning If you should even yet love me. Hark, Time with Love is running, Death cloud-like floats above me. Love me with such simplicity As children, frankly bold, Do love with; oh, never pity me, Though I be left alone and Cold, cold.