But I Hate Things All Fiction... There

I Learned To Love Despair.

In Secret We Met - In Silence I Grieve, That Thy Heart Could Forget, Thy Spirit Deceive. If I Should Meet Thee After Long Years, How Should I Greet Thee? - With Silence And Tears

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.