And try if you can recollect in me
The one who kiss’d and vow’d he lovèd thee
Full fifteen years ago. Come,” Arnold said,
(Thus as he spoke Jane gently rais’d her head)
“Come, dearest maiden, pray thee be not shy—
Believe the truth, believe me; nay: I’ll die
Rather than I’ll deceive thee.” Then Jane sigh’d,
Desired to speak and lean’d against his side.
To his request she answer’d modestly:—
“Through yonder gateway, thence by yonder tree,