Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. <br />"Why are you so pale today?" <br />"Because I made him drink of stinging grief <br />Until he got drunk on it. <br />How can I forget? He staggered out, <br />His mouth twisted in agony. <br />I ran down not touching the bannister <br /> <br />And caught up with him at the gate. <br />I cried: 'A joke! <br />That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.' <br />He smiled calmly and grimly <br />And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-her-dark-veil/
