Never a soupçon of evil or ill?
No, the world was bright with Harry away,
And when Harry came back it was brighter still.
The man stood there, and his shadow was laid
Straight at my feet by the sunset decrees;
I mark'd it well, and I was not afraid;
And when Harry nam'd him I smil'd with ease.
The roses poured out their exquisite scent,
Birds gave us the sweetest music they had,
And the little grasses daintily bent