Can we not woo back old delights?
Life! I know not what thou art
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind—
But how could I forget thee?
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing,
"Everybody knows it," said Ruby bitterly. "I know it ⎯ I've known it all summer, though I wouldn't give in.