I see you still! Dressed in a summer dress,
Yellow and white, bestrewn with curtain-flowers;
But you had lost the glistening laughingness
Of our delirious former loving hours. The eldest daughter and the little wife
Spoke plainly in your bearing's least detail--
Already 'twas, alas! Our altered life
That stared me from behind your dotted veil. Forgiven be! And with no little pride
I treasure up--and you, no doubt, see why--
Remembrance of the lightning to one side
That used to flash from your indignant eye!