Think not, because I wonder where you fled,
That I would lift a pin to see you there;
You may, for me, be prowling anywhere,
So long as you show not your little head:
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Another brilliant sonnet by Robinson. If ever you had a 'dark lady' - or known one who did - this should speak 'dark volumes' to you.
I cannot hate you for I loved you then. Surely it is difficult to hate the people you once loved.