I'm Wearying To Escape Into That Glorious

May You Not Rest, As Long As I Am Living. You Said I Killed You - Haunt Me, Then.

I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate Him For The Memories He Revives!

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.

And There You See The Distinction Between Our Feelings: Had He Been In My Place, And I In His, Though I Hated Him With A Hatred That Turned My Life To Gall, I Never Would Have Raised A Hand Against Him. You May Look Incredulous, If You Please! I Never Would Have Banished Him From Her Society As Long As She Desired His. The Moment Her Regard Ceased, I Would Have Torn His Heart Out And Drank His Blood! But, Till Then - If You Don't Believe Me, You Don't Know Me - Til Then, I Would Have Died By Inches Before I Touched A Single Hair On His Head!

I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow Blossom Where The Rose Should Grow.