In The Vaulted Way, Where The Passage Turned To The Shadowy Corner That None Could See, You Paused For Our Parting, - Plaintively; Though Overnight Had Come Words That Burned My Fond Frail Happiness Out Of Me. And Then I Kissed You, - Despite My Thought That Our Spell Must End When Reflection Came On What You Had Deemed Me, Whose One Long Aim Had Been To Serve You; That What I Sought Lay Not In A Heart That Could Breathe Such Blame. But Yet I Kissed You; Whereon You Again As Of Old Kissed Me. Why, Why Was It So? Do You Cleave To Me After That Light-Tongued Blow? If You Scorned Me At Eventide, How Love Then? The Thing Is Dark, Dear. I Do Not Know.