6
“Who is it?” he said. “The loved one, the long lost.”
He stared upon her. “Truly?”—“Truly indeed.”
“Oh, lady, you come late. I am tempest-tossed,
Broken and wrecked. I am dying. Look, I bleed.
Why have you left me thus and given no heed
To all my prayers?—left me to be the game
Of all deceits?”—“You should have asked my name.”