And once he paused with me;
And while Doretta linger’d, hid from view,
We two sat languidly upon the turf.
“Who feel like springing in the Spring?” he said,
“Yet all life may spring on as bodies do
That draw first back, or down, and then leap up.
To feel relax’d, perchance, prepares one best
To leap the hedge of each untested year;
First action, then reaction—eh, not so?—
And think—The same may form the law of souls: