And how they two had thought the self-same thing:
She knew each inner chamber in his heart,
And what key could unlock it; and she named
First one and then another of our friends,
Whom she could never love as him she loved.
Then sigh’d she: “Ah, Pauline, had you explored
The world about, with all its barren wastes,
And found one little nook; and had you work’d
And till’d it well, and form’d a garden there;
And had you watch’d the plantlets grow until