Scaping my arrow’s range the while he spoke
Allured my eyes—if you should tell yourself
How sorely such a listless childlike bearing
He took for signal of a hid mistrust
And a half-given belief, although it sprang
From vagrant mood—how sore it must have stung him;
Had you but seen us both—nay only once,
When side by side we roamed and loitered on
Amid the forest, he in all his glow,
I in my chill indifference staring stockish