I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . br "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" br -- Because I have made my loved one drunk br with an astringent sadness. br br I'll never forget. He went out, reeling; br his mouth was twisted, desolate. . . br I ran downstairs, not touching the banisters, br and followed him as far as the gate. br br And shouted, choking: "I meant it all br in fun. Don't leave me, or I'll die of pain.