And did you love me then so much As you say you did ? What made you write The Love you bore in black and white— Drop pen-cease loving—end it all, And give me for greeting the palm's mere touch In place of a cheek where my kiss should fall? Now we are sundered, is it strange That we meet each other and say no word? Do you think of that time when our hearts were stirred By less than a murmur? How—once, I kept Watch and ward o'er the long street's range Of passionless stucco, while you slept Somewhere, in peace, a maiden's slumber— And I stood through the night, till morning's glow Cleared the smoke from the parks below, And you came with the dawn? How one remembers! In my heart I have still the name and number— * * * * * Wherefore I place my pile on the embers.