But suppose she says,—Never mind that youth!
What wrong have I done to you?
Well, anyhow, here the story stays,
So far at least as I understand;
And, Robert Browning, you writer of plays,
Here 's a subject made to your hand!
THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER
I said—Then, dearest, since 't is so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,