XXII.
And I answered coldly too, When you met me at the door; And I only _heard_ the dew Dripping from me to the floor: And the flowers, I bade you see, Were too withered for the bee,-- As my life, henceforth, for me.
And I answered coldly too, When you met me at the door; And I only _heard_ the dew Dripping from me to the floor: And the flowers, I bade you see, Were too withered for the bee,-- As my life, henceforth, for me.