Unknown (part II)

I wrung my hands under my dark my dark veil...
"Why are you so pale, what makes you reckless?"
Because I made my loved one drunk
with an adstringent sadness.

I'll never forget. She went out, reeling;
Her mouth was twisted, desolate...
I ran downstairs, not touching the bannisters
and followed her as far as the gate.

And shouted, choking: "I meant it all!
Don't leave me or I'll die of pain."
She smiled at me - Oh so calmly, so terribly -
and said: "Why don't you get out of the rain?"