A Few More Verses

by Susan Coolidge

And all the hates bred in me from a child,

And feudal faiths and loyalties were dead,—

I was no more a Bardi; Love ruled all.

It came, the night, and on the stroke of twelve

I stood at casement, wrapped in veil, with mask

And muffling cloak laid ready close beside;

And there I stood and watched, and heard the bells

Strike one, two, three, and saw the rose of dawn

Deepen to day, and still my love came not.

Then, fearing to be spied, I crept to bed;