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 Like him that we remembered; and all the while We saw that fire at work within his eyes And had no glimpse of what was burning there.

So for a year it went; and so it went For half another year—when, all at once, At someone's tinkling afternoon at home I saw that in the eyes of Avon's wife The fire that I had met the day before In his had found another living fuel. To look at her and then to think of him, And thereupon to contemplate the fall Of a dim curtain over the dark end Of a dark play, required of me no more Clairvoyance than a man who cannot swim Will exercise in seeing that his friend Off shore will drown except he save himself.