Good Novel
And when I broke our plighted troth and would not tell you why,
I loved you, thinking, "time enough when I have come to die."
Draw off my rings, and let my hands rest so ... the wretched cough
Will interrupt my feeble speech and will not be put off....
Ah, anyhow my anodyne is this - to know that you
Are near me, love me! - Kiss me now, as you were wont to do.
And tell me you forgive me all; and say you will forget
The sorrow of that breaking-off, the fever and the fret. -