With the dawn you will be free once more.

Did you think that I could have taken your sacrifice?
I knew well, let them say as they would, that I should not live the night through.

But, lest existence should linger to curse me, to chain you, I rent the linen bands off my wounds an hour ago.

All their science will not put back the life now! My limbs are dead, and the cold steals up! Ah, love! Ah, love! You never thought how men can suffer! But have no grief for me.

I am happy.