She sent to him by dark, when Dora too
Lived by his side and loved him: standing there
In the shed radiance of one who smiled
And smiled, and burned his reticence away.
For he would go to Dora—come July,
Said Daniel, lying afterwards and listening
As night died between him and the windows,
He would go there, he would, and say it all;
He would have Dora, small in his long arms,
Forever. Yet the sweetness of this thought