I ’d been away from her three years,—about that,
  And I returned to find my Mary true;
And though I ’d question her, I did not doubt that
  It was unnecessary so to do.

’T was by the chimney-corner we were sitting:
  “Mary,” said I, “have you been always true?”
“Frankly,” says she, just pausing in her knitting,
  “I don’t think I ’ve...