SHE snapt her fingers, on her heel, <br /> Her sweet boot-heel, she turned and left me; <br />What did I feel?—What could I feel, <br /> At what of paradise had reft me? <br /> <br />I swooning lay; my soul away <br /> To hell had fled, by madness driven— <br />Where—where!—she met again the pet, <br /> Who'd come to coax her back to—heaven!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-fold-suprise/
