"Thou hast left me, Rogero; thee to leave, Alas! I neither will nor power possess.
But will and power have I my life to reave, To scape from this o'erwhelming wretchedness.
To die at strife with thee alone I grieve:
For, had the gods so pleased my lot to bless, As to require my life, when loved of thee, Never so welcome had been death to me."