Upon a promontory dim
With face set firm and grim
“Once I might have chosen
Had I once been him.”

Turned from valley view
Turned from village glow
“Once I might have dreamed
Had I never met you.”

Stood before the road along
Still and silent long
“Once I might have stayed
Had you not done me wrong.”

Then off without a glance behind
While words left cold and kind
“Once I might have loved you
Had you once been mine.”