O Cruel, cruel! As I lie
Upon this ice-cold stone,
So may you sleep whose lovers sigh
In misery alone —
The very neighbours grieve to see
How here I wait in agony.

So may you sleep! Within your heart
No shade of pity lives;
Your pride in mercy has no part,
To love no kindness gives.
Soon will the grey hairs come — and they
Perchance will make you rue this day.