Bouts-Rimés Sonnets VI.

Ah welladay and wherefore am I here?
I sit alone all day, I sit and think—
I watch the sun arise, I watch it sink,
And feel no soul-light, though the day is clear.
Surely it is a folly, it is mere
Madness, to stand for ever on the brink
Of dark despair, and yet not break the link
That makes me scorned who cannot be held dear.
I will have done with it; I will not stand
And fear on without hope, and tremble thus,
Look for the break of day and miss it ever.
Although my heart be broken, they shall never
Say, “She was glad to sojourn among us,
Thankful if one would take her by the hand.”