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Still yesterday he met my gaze,
But now his eyes are darting shiftly!
Till birdsong at first light he stayed,-
Now larks are crows, met with hostility!

So I am stupid, you are wise,
You live, I lie dumbstricken, numb to you.
O how the woman in me cries:
"O my dear love, what have I done to you?"

The ships of lovers-lost set sail,
A white road takes the lover shunning you...
Across the world a long-drawn wail:
"O my dear love, what have I done to you?"

There only yesterday he kneeled.
He called me his "Cathay" admiringly.
Then spread his palm out -- to reveal
A rusty kopek, a life derisory.

Like an infanticide in court
I stand detested, shy, confronting you.
Yet still I ask, when I am brought
To Hell:"O my dear love, what have I done to you?"

I asked the chair, I asked the bed:
"Why should I bear the pain, the misery?"
"He wants to torture you" they said,
"To kiss another. Where's the mistery?"

He taught me living -- at furnace heat,
In icy steppe he left me suddenly.
"That is what you, dear, did to me!
O my dear love, what have I done to you?"

Now all is plain -- don't contradict!
I see again - I'm not your partner.
A heart that love leaves derelict
Is fair terrain for Death-the-Gardener.

Why shake the tree? Ripe apples fall
To earth themself and never trouble you...
Forgive me now, forgive me all
That I, dear love, have ever done to you!