You said you must go to him; I said go,
His having claimed some hour of dire need
And leave you did, to save his mortal soul,
Some curious bond to him you did not cede;
An empty moment later you were gone
Yet from that silence came a time to contemplate.

Not much on why or what, or whereupon

But more the proud decorum love should state.

A love divided surely cannot stand,

Your first concern was clearly not of me;

What word of mine should serve to countermand

The simple tenets of love’s loyalty?

’A pity run’ you said, upon return;

‘Goodbye’ I said, of this I must yet learn.

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