| It was not like your great and gracious ways! | | | Do you, that have naught other to lament, | | | Never, my Love, repent | | | Of how, that July afternoon, | | | You went, | 5 | | With sudden, unintelligible phrase, | | | And frighten'd eye, | | | Upon your journey of so many days | | | Without a single kiss, or a good-bye? | | | I knew, indeed, that you were parting soon; | 10 | | And so we sate, within the low sun's rays, | | | You whispering to me, for your voice was weak, | | | Your harrowing praise. | | | Well, it was well | | | To hear you such things speak, | 15 | | And I could tell | | | What made your eyes a growing gloom of love, | | | As a warm South-wind sombres a March grove. | | | And it was like your great and gracious ways | | | To turn your talk on daily things, my Dear, | 20 | | Lifting the luminous, pathetic lash | | | To let the laughter flash, | | | Whilst I drew near, | | | Because you spoke so low that I could scarcely hear. | | | But all at once to leave me at the last, | 25 | | More at the wonder than the loss aghast, | | | With huddled, unintelligible phrase, | | | And frighten'd eye, | | | And go your journey of all days | | | With not one kiss, or a good-bye, | 30 | | And the only loveless look the look with which you pass'd: | | | 'Twas all unlike your great and gracious ways. |
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