I bade my Lady think what she might mean. br Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, br And yet be jealous of another? None br Commits such folly. Terrible Love, I ween, br Has might, even dead, half sighing to upheave br The lightless seas of selfishness amain: br Seas that in a man's heart have no rain br To fall and still them. Peace can I achieve, br By turning to this fountain-source of woe, br This woman, who's to Love as fire to wood? br She breathed the violet breath of maidenhood br Against my kisses once! but I say, No! br The thing is mocked at! Helplessly afloat, br I know not what I do, whereto I strive, br The dread that my old love may be alive, br Has seized my nursling new love by the throat.