Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.
But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.
The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.