on my feet as I stood; but never have I known a more perfect and invigorating autumn day. And there I must lie, with the manhood ebbing Out of me, the manhood that I needed so for the night! I crept back into bed. I swore that I would sleep. Yet there I lay, listening sometimes to that vile woman’s tread below; sometimes to mysterious whispers, between whom I neither knew nor cared; anon to my watch ticking by my side,
on my feet as I stood; but never have I known a more perfect and invigorating autumn day. And there I must lie, with the manhood ebbing Out of me, the manhood that I needed so for the night! I crept back into bed. I swore that I would sleep. Yet there I lay, listening sometimes to that vile woman’s tread below; sometimes to mysterious whispers, between whom I neither knew nor cared; anon to my watch ticking by my side,
