I loved you, and that love... I loved you, and that love to die refusing, May still - who knows! Be smoldering in my breast. Pray, be not pained -- believe me, of my choosing I'd never have you troubled nor yet distressed. I loved you mutely, hopelessly and truly, With shy yet fervent, tenderness aglow; Mine was a jealous passion and unruly…. May Heaven grant another loves you so!