What about the things,
We said we'd always do,
The ****** of the chance to try,
Made a spirit struggle, rue,

The thing that I'd propose,
If we really could;
Incite a riot to topple hate:
Let Love be understood,

But now we've cruelly been,
Divided, split and cleft,
Of mortal union - yet immortal still -
Yet of blood in veins bereft,

So I dwell in dream,
Of the things we never did,
In the ampitheatre of my mind,
Have those passions gone and hid.