Exults to find that I am thus allied;
Yet, to express a feeling—how it came,
The pain it gives, its nature and its name, 260
I know not—but of late, I will confess,
Not that thy love is little, but is less.
“Hadst thou received me in thy present mood,
Sure I had held thee to be kind and good;
But thou wert all the warmest heart could state,
Affection dream, or hope anticipate;
I must have wearied thee yet day by day—