To seek this Angel-Dæmon, Friend and Foe.”
The gentle Mourner for a while appeared
Absorbed in thought; her Brother’s Words she feared,
His Love she owned; she thanked him from her Soul,
But begged he would these angry thoughts controul. 100
“You must not meet,” she said, with deep-drawn Sigh
And flowing Tears—“you must not, nor must I.”
There was a Pause; but Richard could not hide
The rising Anger or the wounded Pride.
“Ask me not, Sister, while Your Wrong is mine,