Until my heart and courage sinking
With a strange, new, wondering dismay.
“‘Will my letter fall,’ I wondered sadly,
‘Upon her mood like some discordant tone,
Or be welcomed tenderly and gladly?
Will she be with others, or—alone?
“‘It may find her too absorbed to read it,
Save with hurried glance and careless air;
Sad and weary, she may scarcely heed it,
Gay and happy, she may hardly care.