XIII

O doubt not but I told him then,

I told him then,

That I had kept me from all men

Since we joined lips and swore.

Whereat he smiled, and thinned away

As the wind stirred to call up day ...

--'Tis past! And here alone I stray

Haunting the Western Moor.

1902.

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