AH dearest dear, what do I hear?
I've hurt thy feelings! have I, dearest?
Then let thy words be fiery swords,
To punish me with pangs severest!

Than hear thee sigh, I'd rather die;
Ay, were Death's gruesome terrors
doubled,—
I'd rather die than hear thee sigh,
Or deem thy heart a moment troubled.

Joseph Skipsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-assurance-2/