I loved you—and my
love, I think, was
stronger
Than to be to be quite extinct
within me yet;
But let it not distress
you any longer;
I would not have you feel
the least regret.
I loved you bare of
hope and of expression,
By turns with jealousy and
shyness sore;
I loved you with such
purity, such passion
As may God grant you to
be loved once more.