[pviii]
“Sketches indeed, from that most passionate page,
A woman’s heart, of feelings, thoughts, that make
The atmosphere in which her spirit moves;
But like all other earthly elements,
O’ercast with clouds; now dark, now touched with light,
With rainbows, sunshine, showers, moonlight, stars,
Chasing each other’s change. I fain would trace
Its brightness and its blackness.”