And I shall tell you at the end:
farewell, don't pledge self to love, helpless.
I go mad, or just ascend
to the high echelon of madness.
How had you loved? - You'd put aside
even the Death. But ‘tis not matter.
How had you loved? You'd done that right,
but you had had to do that better.
Hell of a blunder! I shall not