Rachel, before goodbye
Obscures you in your sulky resignation
Come now and stand out clear in mind’s eye
Giving account of what you were to me
And what I was to you and how and why,
Saying after me, if you can say it, “I loved.”
Rachel so summoned answers thoughtfully
But painfully, turning away her head,
“I lived and thought I loved, for I had gifts
Of most misleading, more than usual beauty,