n door;
And the night heard me--and so did the sky,
And the wind and the earth--and nothing more.

I turn'd from the door with a sad surprise:
I could call for my love and call in vain;
And I met that horrid policeman's eyes,
Keenly and quietly watching my pain.

He suddenly called for his men to come;
So they made their appearance one by one,
And he said, 'The gen'leman's _not_ been 'ome,
And she 'asn't a notion what he's done.

And he _won't_ come now, you may swear to that;
I rayther think he'll look arter a ship:
I rayther suspect we've been rayther flat,
And the gen'leman's given us the slip!'

With a regular march they trod the ground,
Suddenly left me alone in the hall;
In the dreadful silence that settled round,
Again I _knew_ I was dreaming it all?

A voice that can banish my sleep I know;
I know a voice that could wake me if dead;
A loud cheery voice, but it might speak low,
And 'May, little May,' it whispering said.

I stand like a statue of silence. Hush!
I listen not with my ears, but my soul;
And I feel the sudden accustom'd blush,
As again the whisper reaches its goal.

I open the window. 'Mid blossom and bough
Of clustering laurel and Daphne white,
I am showering kisses on Harry's brow,
And dropping the first tears I've shed to-night.

His face is as white as the Daphne-bud;
He is hiding down on the hidden sward;
He is wan and haggard, and splashed with mud;
He is crouching frighten'd--my king and lord!

He whisper'd, and fill'd my heart with dismay,--
Scared by the sounds that used once to rejoice!--
O Harry, my Harry, speak loudly, I pray,
And _not_ in that shocking whispering voice.

He whisper'd, 'I've got in a horrid scrape;
Fetch me some money, and bid me good-bye;
I must run away, and make my escape,'--
'I shall run with you, my darling,' said I.

'You cannot,' he murmur'd;--a speechless love
Shone out of his eyes; he return'd my kiss--
'I never intended--Great Father above,
You _know_ that I never intended this.

Fetch me some money--the desk and the key--
You know them--be quick! or dearly you'll rue--
My life's in your hands!--have mercy on me--
Fetch me some money--It's all you can do.'

A horrible haste in manner and voice,
A desperate hungry imploring haste;
I rush'd up the stairs--I had not a choice,
And I snatch'd the notes from where they were pla