HER SECRET

That love's dull smart distressed my heart

He shrewdly learnt to see,

But that I was in love with a dead man

Never suspected he.

He searched for the trace of a pictured face,

He watched each missive come,

And a note that seemed like a love-line

Made him look frozen and glum.

He dogged my feet to the city street,

He followed me to the sea,

But not to the neighbouring churchyard

Did he dream of following me.