Thus Elbert spoke,
While I, for whom these light and vapory moods
Had gather’d o’er that soul in slightest clouds,
Not tokening the storm that yet should burst,
Smiled only, thinking how, where throbb’d his heart,
Some maid unnamed must surely stand and knock;
Though this I had forgotten, save for that
Which happen’d later. You shall hear of it.
VI.
It came in Dresden, something like a year