Away[12]—and I to stay and sob.
Then, bending low, said he, “This thing
Will only for a season last,
A moment full relief may bring;
At most our grief will soon be past;
But, darling, should it not be so,
Write” (he whispered a fictitious name),
“And I will by your letter know
That in your eyes I bear no shame.”
The rain fell from a dark’ning sky,[13]