I know, I know, I know
I'll never be in thy arms
And taut will never be my shrunken brow
Never I'll get from thee the alms.
I know, I know, I know
A draught of love is too worthy to be mine
As thou thinkest me mean and low
O! I'll seek myself in nectarine wine.
Pijush Biswas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-i-know-i-know/
