Under Her Dark Veil

 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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