Cruel! that I should be glad
That he loves and suffers still,
Yet how should my soul be sad
That his passionate, resolute will
Cannot crush the love that is stronger than he,
The love that is all for me!
The year has left its trace
( Cover it how he will! )
On the proud, impassive face
And I know how he suffers still —
Thrall to a love that is stronger than he,
A love that is all for me.
Surely, ah surely, I know
I who have known his love,
I who have loved him so,
What such a bond must prove,
Linked to a loveless, unloved wife,
Chained to a clog for life!