You and I were weary of enduring treachery at both ends; I'll ask you to do nothing but sit witnessing the conclusion and he'll be my ruin.
At Both Ends
My Cry
In vain I cry where is he? I send my cry hoping it may reach you.
Gray Dream
The night came. I sat alone my gray dream gathering. I see him in the ghost of it - my sweet transcendent pain.
I Remain Solitary
He would have broken me. Under these circumstances, I remain solitary.
It Grew Dark
It seemed a long while, days of his absence. No signs of his coming, and it grew dark. it's as dark as if it came from the devil. Nobody could understand.
Flooding in the Unhappy
In vapid listlessness eyes closed, but not rested. It was a state of dilapidation - at least, of detached interest within me. I had been flooding in the unhappy.
Phantom Grief
Dancing slowly to the ruined music, phantom grief and long drawn gloom.
One Sunday Afternoon
Those first rumours of his affairs, I went over one Sunday afternoon. I was startled, realizing that he is a stranger.
I Did Not Love
It was marvelous to discover that I did not love. I dare say, I seemed all tenderness before you: But the depth of the absurdity - of genuine idiocy, that I could love. I have avoided this.
Extract My Heart
I fear another betrayal should be the last. my journey was sadder than I could put down, my history, dree, and dreary! And not exactly a kind which I should have chosen but never mind! I'll extract my heart and I'll continue whole.
