第60章 A WEEK

On Monday night I closed my door, And thought you were not as heretofore, And little cared if we met no more.

I seemed on Tuesday night to trace Something beyond mere commonplace In your ideas, and heart, and face.

On Wednesday I did not opine Your life would ever be one with mine, Though if it were we should well combine.

On Thursday noon I liked you well, And fondly felt that we must dwell Not far apart, whatever befell.

On Friday it was with a thrill In gazing towards your distant vill I owned you were my dear one still.

I saw you wholly to my mind On Saturday--even one who shrined All that was best of womankind.

As wing-clipt sea-gull for the sea On Sunday night I longed for thee, Without whom life were waste to me!