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II. Pursuit

I held the book beneath my coat, at painsTo hide the thing from sight in such a place;Hurrying through the ancient harbor lanesWith often-turning head and nervous pace.Dull, furtive windows in old tottering brickPeered at me oddly as I hastened by,And thinking what they sheltered, I grew sickFor a redeeming glimpse of clean blue sky.No one had seen me take the thing – but stillA blank laugh echoed in my whirling head,And I could guess what nighted worlds of illLurked in that volume I had coveted.The way grew strange – the walls alike and madding –And far behind me, unseen feet were padding.