Even as you and I,
To a rag, and a bone, and a hank of hair;
We called her the Woman who did not care,
But the Fool, he called her his Lady Fair—
Even as you and I.”
Good God. Here I am back in New York, alone, alone; wife and child and friends, all gone; disgraced, dishonored, and for that woman!
“A Fool there was, and his goods he spent,
Even as you and I,
Honor, Faith, and a sure Intent;
But it wasn’t the least what the Lady meant,