c'd
All that I had--to the window I rush'd--
With kisses and tears in his hands I laid;
He return'd the kisses, with lips that crush'd
Their vehement kisses on lips dismay'd.

He was almost gone; but I held him tight,
And cried in my anguish, 'You have forgot--
When shall I follow you, darling? to-night?'
He shook his head, and he answer'd me not!
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!

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?
And somebody, speaking about them, said,
'They were out and out a thorough bad lot!'
'They left the village, they rush'd to the cliff,
A dissolute crew that good Christians condemn'--
This is the way they keep talking, as if
I did not know _Harry_ was one of them!
'Shouting and swearing, and heated and flush'd,
All talking together, and running pell mell,
Out to the cliff from the village they rush'd,
And two men were fighting, and one man fell.'
And the man who fell over the dreadful edge,
For ever lost, and for ever must be;
There was never a sandbank, rock, or ledge,
There was _nothing_ but the pitiless sea!

I hear it said, without doubt or surmise,
Over and over and over again,
The man who was murder'd was Jack Devize,
And the man who murder'd him, Harry Vane!

I dream I am standing on purple heights,
Alone and alone for ever and aye;
The sun is shining with pitiless lights;
I pray that darkness may cover the sky.

I dream I am lying buried in sand,
Alone and alone for ever and aye;
Parch'd and dry is the terrible land;
I pray but for water before I die.

I dream I am tossing on ocean waves,
Alone and alone for ever and aye;
I shudder to think of the open graves;
Under daisy blossoms I pray to lie.

O daisy buds I am dreaming of _you_,
Alone and alone for ever and aye;
From a dream of daisies scatter'd with dew
I wake with a start, and