1. They blamed the boy of tears as if they thought
Reproach would make me turn from my pursuit,

2. And came in feigned remorse, avowing naught
Of my desire, my longing absolute.

3. I answered them with fantasies, for I
Felt the heart kindle at my ribs, its fire

4. Renewed; and would he find, when we drew nigh,
My tears had marked his path through the dark mire?