Was but a jest, to laugh at then?
A trifle, that your wanton eyes
Beheld, yet would not recognise.
"I will be just your friend," I said,
"'Twere better thus to be content
Than everlasting banishment."
You scarcely paused to turn your head.
Not needed, I had ceased to be
A thing for your utility!
I went my way, as others do.