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I do not know if all the fault be mine, / Or why I may not think of thee and be / At peace with mine own heart. Unceasingly / Grim doubts beset me, bygone words of thine / Take subtle meaning, and I cannot rest / Till all my fears and follies are confessed.
Perhaps the wild wind's questioning has brought / My heart its melancholy, for, alone / In the night stillness, I can hear him moan / In sobbing gusts, as though he vainly sought / Some bygone bliss. Against the dripping pane / In storm-blown torrents beats the driving rain.