"My Hands Clasped"

My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…

"Why are you so pale and upset?"

That’s because I today made him crazy

With the sour wine of regret.

Can't forget! He got out, astound,

With his mouth distorted by pain...

I, not touching the railing, ran down,

I was running to him till the lane.

Fully choked, I cried, "That's a joke --

All that was. You get out, I'll die."

And he smiled very calmly, like stroke:

"It is windy right here -- pass by."