Trust him? How? How can I trust?
For well I know what lies
within the hearts of hung'ring men--
within the hearts of men.

Love him? How? How could I love?
For he has never known
the shades that haunt my tortured night--
the shades that haunt my night.

Leave him? How? How could I leave?
But stay I will not do.
My ruined heart is rent in twain--
my heart is rent in twain.

Seek me? Why? Why should he seek?
Unless somehow it be
that he is other than them all--
other than them all.