***

Dark my veil. Hands clenched painfully, tightly.
"Why so white-faced?""To think, just to think!
It was I made him to drink; of the biting
Wine of sorrow I forced him to drink.

"How forget? Out he staggered with failing
Strength, and face oddly twisted and grim.
I ran down without touching the handrail,
To the gateway I ran aftre him.

"'Please don't go!' I gasped out. 'I was only
Jesting... Please!.. Or I'll die...' With a blind,
With a terrible smile, almost tonelessly,
He brought out 'Do not stand in the wind'"