I never doubted all was joke. I kept,
Maybe, an eye alert on paragraphs,
Newspaper-notice,—let no inquest slip,
Accident, disappearance: sound and safe
Were you, my victim, not of mind to die!
So, my worst fancy that could spoil the smooth
Of pillow, and arrest descent of sleep,
Was 'Into what dim hole can she have dived,
She and her wrongs, her woe that 's wearing flesh
And blood away?' Whereas, see, sorrow swells!