"He had no other thought, no other aim, No other care, nor spake beside of ought;
Saw he had wronged her, and took all the blame, And, as he could, to amend his error wrought:
But all was vain; the more he loved the dame, The more be to appease her anger sought, So much more was her hate; so much more will, So much more thirst had she that youth to kill.