Lady, when I left you
Ere I sailed the sea.
Bitterly bereft you
Told me you would be.

Frequently and often
When I fought the foe,
How my heart would soften,
Pitying your woe!

Still, throughout my yearning,
It was my belief
That my mere returning
Would annul your grief.

Arguing ex parte ,
Maybe you can tell
Why I find your heart A.
W. O. L.