I know that detectives are on my track,
Watching the house—watching all that I do—
I have to pretend I am coming back,
And enact this drama, Harry, for you.
I am sorry to say goodbye to all—
For all had been kind in days that are dead;
But the only tear that my eyes let fall
Was dropp'd upon Rover's shaggy old head.
My London friend I can trust; she is one
That I knew at school, and have lov'd for years—