Eating her heart out for a line, a word,
News that you were not dead; news that she never heard.
"Not once, after the first. She has held firm
To what you counted pastime; she has wept
Life, day by weary day throughout the term,
While her heart sickened, and the clock-hand crept.
While you, you with your woman here, have kept
Holiday, feasting; you are fat; you smile.
You have had love and laughter all the ghastly while.
"I shall be back in England six weeks hence,