My mind had track’d the thought;
“And just had found it, but for you!”
I blush’d at this; and he,
He craved my pardon, said, he too,
Had done a wrong to me.
“Nay, I,” said I, “should make amend.
Your search was on the ground;
And I dreamt not, who saw you bend,
That thought could there be found.”
He answer’d not; but, passing then,