I could wish to be dead! Too quick with life were the tears I shed, Too sweet for tears is the life I led; And ah, too lonesome my marriage-bed! I could wish to be dead. I could wish to be dead, For just a word that rings in my head; Too dear, too dear are the words he said, They must never be remembered. I could wish to be dead. I could wish to be dead: The wish to be loved is all mis-read, And to love, one learns when one is wed, Is to suffer bitter shame; instead I could wish to be dead. |