The world is very good-natured, I find
(Why do worldlings often their home condemn?)
And servants are always extremely kind,
If mistresses only are kind to them.
'I go to London to meet a friend'--
They are all agreed I want change and rest--
I give a direction where they may send,
I take my own maid, and I leave the rest.
I know that detectives are on my track,
Watching the house--watching all that I do--
I have to pretend I am coming back,
And enact this drama, Harry, for you.
I am sorry to say goodbye to all--
For all had been kind in days that are dead;
But the only tear that my eyes let fall
Was dropp'd upon Rover's shaggy old head.
My London friend I can trust; she is one
That I knew at school, and have lov'd for years--
O happy school-days that are past and done!
O beautiful friendship, unsoiled by tears!
Restlessly, wearily eager am I--
(Do girls feel thus when about to elope?)--
I leave Harry's home 'neath a star-lit sky,
And my heart beats high with a single hope.
And my heart beats high with a single hope,
Which has come on a sudden when unsought;
In all the wide world there is only scope
For a single hope and a single thought.
O why should a wide world have more than this?
When after all has been done and been said,
'Tis a single grief or a single bliss
That rekindles a life or strikes it dead.
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