But she nor sound nor movement made
(Albeit I heard a soft, shy smile,
Printing her neck a moment's while).
And I was shamed through all my mind
For that she spake not, neither kissed,
But stared right past me. Lo! behind
Me stood, in pink and amethyst,
Sword-girt and velvet-doubleted,
A tall, gaunt youth, with frowzy head.
Wide nostrils in the air, dull eyes,