Dry lay the salt from the tears on her cheek,
Joy was afar from us.
Silence held sway, the sin was mine,
Pride was my sin—alas! for me,
Pride that strangled the man within,
That silenced the truth and increased my sin,
She had done naught to me.
Someone’s speaking. Who dares intrude?
Reckless being, away from here.
“Reckless”—that little form in white?