To bed! To bed! I must to bed
with wounded heart and weary head
My dreams they hunger and must be fed
But a thought unbidden to me has sped.

My love I fear she might be dead
I had words to say I left unsaid
It was me she wished to wed
Now there is only the blood: cold and red

I could not stay, I hastily fled
Chose my misery in love's stead.
And now I know I'll never wed
The girl in my heart, in my head.

In my darkness these thoughts were bred
My own feelings by me misled
Facing them embracing them I dread
Leave me be! with them I pled.

Now the Earth I do tread
My heart cold, heavy as lead
And now this at last is said
I stumble alone to my lonely bed.