!" he says, and turns in the lane
To the house
just left, whence a vixen
Comes out with the firelight
throught the pane
And he sees within that the girl
of his choice
Stands rating her mother
with eyes aglare
For something said while he was there.
"At last I behold her soul undraped!"
Thinks the man who had loved her more than himself;
"My God!--'tis but narrowly I have escaped.--
My precious porcelain proves it delf."
His face has reddened like one ashamed,
And he steals off, leaving his stick unclaimed.