We started as if for an airing gay,
No coachman or footman, not even Jane;
The husband drove us the whole of the way,
And saw me safe in the Liverpool train.
The tears of my friend lie wet on my cheek,
I pointed onward, and wistfully smil'd;
Her husband smil'd too, though he did not speak
And kiss'd me as if I had been his child.
Never a slumber the whole of the night,
Never a slumber with day in the skies;