She spoke as one long purged of all regret.
I heard, oh, glad beyond all speech, I heard,
Till to my lips the flaming query flashed:
How is it—over there? Then, quite undone,
She trembled; in her deep eyes like a bird
The gladness fluttered, and as one abashed
She shook her head bewildered, and was gone.
Scribner’s Hermann Hagedorn