, of the dear old school);
Clarence will help me all ways that he can
(_Though_ a good tutor, he is a good man).
I shall sail for another hemisphere,
Leaving behind me my anguish and fear;
Leaving behind me my joy and my grace,
I shall soon pass over limitless space.

'Could I _but_ have seen you but once again!
It is hard to suffer and not complain!
'Tis my sin against _you_ I most repent
(I _did_ make you happy? you _were_ content?)

'O fool, who possessing all man may win,
Could not keep his fool-nature free from sin!
Love must have changed to a useless regret;
You cannot forgive me--can you forget?'

* * * * *

Without an hour's or a minute's delay
All is arranged, I decide what to do;
My brain is at work, my heart is at play,
I am running, flying, Harry, to you.

O stricken woman, whose life is all black,
Wearily walking in sorrow and shame!
O gay little girl who comes running back,
You are not, I'm certain, one and the same!

The sky is hid in its lead-coloured pall,
Not a bird utters the least little tone;
The blossoms about me wither and fall;
The change _must_ be in _me_--and me alone!

* * * * *

I tell them I cannot endure it more;
That the empty house is killing my heart;
They have done their best to assist before,
And they eagerly help me to depart.
The world is very good-natured, I find
(Why do worldlings often their home condemn?)
And servants are always extremely kind,
If mistresses only are kind to them.
'I go to London to meet a friend'--
They are all agreed I want change and rest--
I give a direction where they may send,
I take my own maid, and I leave the rest.

I know that detectives are on my track,
Watching the house--watching all that I do--
I have to pretend I am coming back,
And enact this drama, Harry, for you.

I am sorry to say goodbye to all--
For all had been kind in days that are dead;
But the only tear that my eyes let fall
Was dropp'd upon Rover's shaggy old head.

My London friend I can trust; she is one
That I knew at school, and have lov'd for years--
O happy school-days that are past and done!
O beautiful friendship, unsoiled by tears!

Restlessly, wearily eager am I--
(Do girls feel thus when about to elope?)--
I leave Harry's home 'neath a star-lit sky,
And my heart beats high wi