Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. br "Why are you so pale today?" br "Because I made him drink of stinging grief br Until he got drunk on it. br How can I forget? He staggered out, br His mouth twisted in agony. br I ran down not touching the bannister br br And caught up with him at the gate. br I cried: 'A joke! br That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.' br He smiled calmly and grimly br And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.