When shall I follow you, darling? to-night?'

He shook his head, and he answer'd me not!

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He threw off my hands in a savage way;

He cried, 'I adore you,' in fondest tone;

'You shall follow me, sweet—I dare not stay—

I'll write to you, darling;' and he is gone!

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PART III.

O the weary, dark, impossible days,

That have dragg'd their lingering length since then!

O the cruel sunshine's merciless blaze!

O the unnatural faces of men!

I was told it all—it was all explain'd;

And they all declar'd that I understood;

But only one knowledge on earth remain'd,

I knew that Harry was noble and good.

They had dined together—together play'd,

Together quarrell'd—who cares about what?

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