On their wet edge, and stared in at the door
Where all was hurry, rush, and flare of light.
My eyes ran, lightning, zigzag, through the crowd
In search of him—he was not there. Ah, God!
I breathed. He was not there! I inly cursed
My unbelief, and turned me round to go.
There was a sudden murmur near the door,
And I beheld him—walking at her side.
Oh! cursèd be the hour I saw that sight,
And cursèd be the place! I saw those eyes