Sonnet Xix. The Lady’s Sonnet. Twilight.

I KNOW not why I chose to seem so cold At parting from you; for since you are gone I see you still — I hear each word, each tone; And what I hid from you I wish were told. I, who was proud and shy, seem now too bold To write these lines — and yet must write to own I would unsay my words, now I'm alone. From my dark window out upon the wold I look. 'Twas through yon pathway to the west I watched you going, while the sunset light Went with you — and a shadow seemed to fall Upon my heart. And now I cannot rest Till I have written; for I said, 'To-night I'll send your answer.' Now I've told you all.