“He has been kind—so let me think him still;
Yet he expresses not a wish, a will 200
To meet again!”——And thus affection strove
With pride, and petulance made war on love.
He thought his Brother cool—he knew him kind—
And there was sore division in his mind.
“Hours yet remain—’tis misery to sit
With minds for conversation all unfit;
No evil can from change of place arise,
And good will spring from air and exercise: