They lived apart for three long years, <br />Bill Barnes and Nell his wife; <br />He took his joy from other girls, <br />She led a wicked life. <br /> <br />Yet ofttimes she would pass his shop, <br />With some strange man awhile; <br />And, looking, meet her husband's frown <br />With her malicious smile. <br /> <br />Until one day, when passing there, <br />She saw her man had gone; <br />And when she saw the empty shop, <br />She fell down with a moan. <br /> <br />And when she heard that he had gone <br />Five thousand miles away; <br />And that she's see his face no more, <br />She sickened from that day. <br /> <br />To see his face was health and life, <br />And when it was denied, <br />She could not eat, and broke her heart -- <br />It was for love she died.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nell-barnes/
