For an only son could come to this?
Foolish again![1188] No sense in tears
And gnashing the teeth; and yet,[1189] somehow,
I haven’t thought of them so for years;
I never knew them, I think, till now.
How fondly, how blindly, they trusted me!
When I should have been in my bed asleep,
I slipped from the window,[1190] and down[1191] the tree,
And sowed for the harvest which now I reap.
And Jennie—how could I bear to leave her?