Let it show no heat.
So I'll write him as he wrote,
Coldly, with no word of scorn—
He shall never know a thorn
Rankles here!... Now note:—
"You'll forget," he says; "and I
Feel 'tis better for us twain:
It may give you some small pain,
But, 'twill soon be by.
"You are dark and Maud is light.