He cried, 'I adore you,' in fondest tone;
'You shall follow me, sweet—I dare not stay—
I'll write to you, darling;' and he is gone!
PART III.
O the weary, dark, impossible days,
That have dragg'd their lingering length since then!
O the cruel sunshine's merciless blaze!
O the unnatural faces of men!
I was told it all—it was all explain'd;