"He loved thee not," they made reply.
Drearily.
I said, "Would God had let me die!"
(Wearily.)
II.
My dreams are as a closed up book,
(Drearily.)
Upon whose clasp of love I look,
Wearily.
All night the rain raved overhead,
Drearily;
All night I wept awake in bed,
Wearily.
I heard the wind sweep wild and wide,
Drearily;
I turned upon my face and sighed,
Wearily.
The wind and rain spake unto me,
Drearily:
"What is this thing God takes from thee?"
(Wearily.)
I said unto the rain and wind,
Drearily:
"The love, for which my soul hath sinned."
(Wearily.)
The rain and wind spake unto me,
Drearily:
"What are these things thou still dost see?"
(Wearily.)
I said unto the wind and rain,
Drearily:
"Regret, and hope despair hath slain."
(Wearily.)
"Thou lov'st him still," they made reply,
Drearily.
I said, "That God would let me die!"
(Wearily.)