Three Triolets

THAT I should leave you now! Perchance
I’ll see no more your lovely head.
It is with a despairing glance
That I should leave you now — perchance.
Yet you have led me such a dance
I did not tremble when you said
That I should leave you. Now, perchance.
I’ll see no more your lovely head.

If I were with you still, I should
Not call you all the names I knew.
Or so I say; but what’s the good?
If I were with you still. I should.
I always did the best I could,
And I should swear again at you
If I were with you. Still, I should
Not call you all the names I knew.

I said the word I should not say;
I said too much. But you were sure
I loved you, till that dreadful day
I said the word I should not say.
Not knowing, till you went away,
This was a wound I could not cure,
I said the word. I should not say
I said too much; but you were sure.