He found her by the ocean's moaning verge, <br />Nor any wicked change in her discerned; <br />And she believed his old love had returned, <br />Which was her exultation, and her scourge. <br />She took his hand, and walked with him, and seemed <br />The wife he sought, though shadow-like and dry. <br />She had one terror, lest her heart should sigh, <br />And tell her loudly she no longer dreamed. <br />She dared not say, 'This is my breast: look in.' <br />But there's a strength to help the desperate weak. <br />That night he learned how silence best can speak <br />The awful things when Pity pleads for Sin. <br />About the middle of the night her call <br />Was heard, and he came wondering to the bed. <br />'Now kiss me, dear! it may be, now!' she said. <br />Lethe had passed those lips, and he knew all.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-love-xlix-he-found-her/
