_We sat late_, _late_--_talking of many things_.
_He told me of his grief_, _and_, _in the telling_,
_The gist of his tale showed to me_, _rhymed_, _like this_.
It came, the news, like a fire in the night,
That life and its best were done;
And there was never so dazed a wretch
In the beat of the living sun.
I read the news, and the terms of the news
Reeled random round my brain
Like the senseless, tedious buzzle and boom
Of a bluefly in the pane.
So I went for the news to the house of the news,
But the words were left unsaid,
For the face of the house was blank with blinds,
And I knew that she was dead.