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.