Under Her Dark Veil
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Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
"Why are you so pale today?"
"Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.
How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the bannister
And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: 'A joke!
That's all it was.
If you leave, I'll die.
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.
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