He leaves me with a quiet indifference which, do all I can,
Crushes me more than the whole world's sarcasm,
And now he is gone to the Jamestown weed, there,
And is rioting in sweetness.
I did not think so poorly of thee, dear Lord,
As that thou wouldst wait until thou wert asked
(As many think),
And that thou wouldst be ugly, like a society person,
Because thou wert not invited.
[1881]