The Maid's Lament

I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
...I feel I am alone.
I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
...Alas! I would not check.
For reasons not to love him once I sought,
...And wearied all my thought
To vex myself and him: I now would give
...My love could he but live
Who lately lived for me, and, when he found
...'Twas vain, in holy ground
He hid his face amid the shades of death!

Walter Savage Landor