There let thy bleeding branch atone
⁠For every torturing tear.
Shall my young sins, my sins alone,
⁠Be everlasting here?

Who bade thee keep that carvèd name
⁠A pledge for memory?
As if oblivion ever came
⁠To breathe its bliss on me;

As if through all the 'wildering maze
⁠Of mad hours left behind
I once forgot the early days
⁠That thou wouldst call to mind.