As were left me then so her lover, Hugh,
For such time breathed as it took one to tell
How she forever, deemed false, was true!
He'd have known how it was, "For, you see, in groping
For the puny spring of that panel—hoping
And fearing as nearer and nearer grew
The boisterous scramble—why, out she blew
Her windy taper and quick—in this chest
Wary would lie for—a minute, mayhap,
Till the hurry all passed; but the death-lock pressed