If I had but wished—but I was a fool!
My heart was filled with a thirst and a fever,
Which no sweet airs of heaven could cool.
I can hear her asking: [1192]“Have you heard?”
But mother falters and shakes her head;
[1193]“O Jennie! Jennie! never a word!
What can it mean? He must be dead!”
[1194]Light-hearted, a proud, ambitious lad,
I left my home that morning in May;
What visions,[1195] what hopes, what plans I had!