All those who fear
That it’s now not so little Titu’s turn to jeer,
Remember that the tears that he has swallowed
The scorn that he has shunned
Has cut his heart into two
A part of which is bitter and the other part has learned to love
The last time you saw him
You had blood on your face
And he had blood in his eyes,
And yet the bind of blood
Hardly ever ties…