Modern Love XLVI: At Last We Parley

 At last we parley: we so strangely dumb
In such a close communion! It befell
About the sounding of the Matin-bell,
And lo! her place was vacant, and the hum
Of loneliness was round me.
 Then I rose,
And my disordered brain did guide my foot
To that old wood where our first love-salute
Was interchanged: the source of many throes!
There did I see her, not alone.
 I moved
Toward her, and made proffer of my arm.

She took it simply, with no rude alarm;
And that disturbing shadow passed reproved.

I felt the pained speech coming, and declared
My firm belief in her, ere she could speak.

A ghastly morning came into her cheek,
While with a widening soul on me she stared.

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