A year! How slight a space
When winged with ecstasy!
( An æon dark to me. )
He has brought her home — God lend me grace!
To-night in the throng I shall see his face —
He has long forgotten me.
A year! I have learned to smile,
I have taught my eyes to lie,
I have lived and laughed and sung — the while
I have only longed to die.