Men and the times were changed: "And I," said he,
"Will go and not return, since she is not for me.
"I'll go, for it would be a scurvy thing
To spoil her marriage, and besides, she cares
For that half-priest she married with the ring.
Small joy for me in seeing how she wears,
Or seeing what he takes and what she shares.
That beauty and those ways: she had such ways,
There in the daffodils in those old April days."
So with an impulse of good will he turned,