AH dearest dear, what do I hear?
I've hurt thy feelings! have I, dearest?
Then let thy words be fiery swords,
To punish me with pangs severest!
Than hear thee sigh, I'd rather die;
Ay, were Death's gruesome terrors
doubled,-
I'd rather die than hear thee sigh,
Or deem thy heart a moment troubled.
The Assurance
Joseph Skipsey
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