And I snatch'd the notes from where they were plac'd
All that I had—to the window I rush'd—
With kisses and tears in his hands I laid;
He return'd the kisses, with lips that crush'd
Their vehement kisses on lips dismay'd.
He was almost gone; but I held him tight,
And cried in my anguish, 'You have forgot—
When shall I follow you, darling? to-night?'
He shook his head, and he answer'd me not!
He threw off my hands in a savage way;