But now, said she, I must away,
And if I tend another fire
In some man's house this you will say-
It is not that her love doth tire :
This is the price she has to pay,
For bread she gets no other way,
Still fainting for her heart's desire.
And so she went out from the door
While I sat quiet in my chair:
She ran back once, again — no more;
I heard a footstep on the stair,
A lifted latch; one moment fleet
I heard the noises of the street,
Then silence booming everywhere.
The Hill of Vision [1912]
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