And she cried out loud, her voice ringing clear among the trees in the still evening air.
"That ever I should be so sore a fool!" Then she turned and left me, running swiftly over the grass, with never a look behind her.

I watched till she was out of sight, and then sat down on the ground; with twitching lips and wide-open dreary eyes.
Ah, for youth's happiness! Alas for its dismal woe! Thus she came into my life..