'I am wide awake, and he _has_ come back;
Harry is acting a sort of a play:
He has dress'd himself up, and so has Jack.'

A glance or a signal dispers'd the men:
Two went upstairs, and another below;
The leader sat down in the hall; and then--
What am _I_ to do? Where am _I_ to go?

I rush'd to the door, and I flung it wide--
A frighten'd creature can anything dare--
And I saw the darkness that lay outside,
And I heard the silence--and nothing was there.

'Harry! Harry! Harry!' was all my cry,
As I stood alone at the open door;
And the night heard me--and so did the sky,
And the wind and the earth--and nothing more.

I turn'd from the door with a sad surprise:
I could call for my love and call in vain;
And I met that horrid policeman's eyes,
Keenly and quietly watching my pain.

He suddenly called for his men to come;
So they made their appearance one by one,
And he said, 'The gen'leman's _not_ been 'ome,
And she 'asn't a notion what he's done.

And he _won't_ come now, you may swear to that;