The Architect at Suzanne
We met a strange old man to-day
(As we strolled in the ruined place)
And he smiled to us as we came his way,
With gentle, wistful grace.
‘ Ah! Messieurs, it is very sad’
(And he waved at the ruined place),
‘ I scheme and plan—but it is bad—
(And there was something in his face).
‘I am very, very sad to-day’
(And his frail hand touched his brow).
‘My dear wife died just yesterday:
Ah! all things are ruined now!’
‘ This week at Bray I scheme and plan’
(And a strange smile quietly came),
‘ But next week I must go to Suzanne:
Suzanne? ah! that was her name!’
