The room was empty,[723] and my head[724] went round!
God[725] help him? God will help him! Ay, no fear![726]
It was the drink,[727] not Ned[728]—he meant no wrong;
So kind! So good!—and I am useless[729] here,
Now he is lost that loved me true and long.
… That night before he died,
I didn’t cry—my heart[730] was hard and dried;
But when the clocks[731] went “one,” I took my shawl
To cover up my face, and stole away,
And walk’d[732] along the silent streets, where all