Here Are The Tracks Upon The Sand Where Stood Last Evening She And I - Pressed Heart To Heart And Hand To Hand; The Morning Sun Has Baked Them Dry. I Kissed Her Wet Face - Wet With Rain, For Arid Grief Had Burnt Up Tears, While Reached Us As In Sleeping Pain The Distant Gurgling Of The Weirs. "I Have Married Him - Yes; Feel That Ring; 'Tis A Week Ago That He Put It On . . . A Dutiful Daughter Does This Thing, And Resignation Succeeds Anon! "But That I Body And Soul Was Yours Ere he'd Possession, He'll Never Know. He's A Confident Man. 'The Husband Scores,' He Says, 'In The Long Run' . . . Now, Dear, Go!" I Went. And To-Day I Pass The Spot; It Is Only A Smart The More To Endure; And She Whom I Held Is As Though She Were Not, For They Have Resumed Their Honeymoon Tour.