THAT love's dull smart distressed my heart He shrewdly learnt to see, But that I was in love with a dead man Never suspected he. He searched for the trace of a pictured face, He watched each missive come, And a sheet that seemed like a love-line Wrought his look lurid and numb. He dogged my feet to the city street, He followed me to the sea, But not to the nigh, still churchyard Did he dream of following me! |