Come, weep not, sister—spirits can but guess,
And not ordain—but do not wed distress;
For who would rashly venture on a snare?’
‘I swear!’ I answer’d.—‘No, thou must not swear,’
He said, or I had sworn; but still the vow
Was past, was in my mind, and there is now:
Never! O, never!—Why that sullen air?
Think’st thou—ungenerous!—I would wed despair? 640
“Was it not told me thus?—and then I cried,
‘Art thou in bliss?’—but nothing he replied,