How I was caught br Hieing home, after days of allure, br And driven to an inn—small, obscure— br At the junction, fret-fraught! br br How civil my face br To get them to chamber me there— br A roof I had passed scarce aware br That it stood at the place. br br And how all the night br I had dreams of the unwitting cause br Of my lodgment. How lonely I was; br How consoled by her sprite! br br Thus onetime to me br Dim wastes of dead years bar away br Then from now! But the like haps to-day br To young lovers, may be. br br Years, years as gray seas, br Truly, stretch now between! Less and less br Shrink the visions then great in me.—Yes, br Then in me. Now in these.