Cross-Currents
by
They parted–a pallid, trembling I pair,
And rushing down the lane
He left her lonely near me there;
–I asked her of their pain.
“It is for ever,” at length she said,
“His friends have schemed it so,
That the long-purposed day to wed
Never shall we two know.”
“In such a cruel case,” said I,
“Love will contrive a course?”
“–Well, no . . . A thing may underlie,
Which robs that of its force;
“A thing I could not tell him of,
Though all the year I have tried;
This: never could I have given him love,
Even had I been his bride.
“So, when his kinsfolk stop the way
Point-blank, there could not be
A happening in the world to-day
More opportune for me!
“Yet hear–no doubt to your surprise –
I am sorry, for his sake,
That I have escaped the sacrifice
I was prepared to make!”