“Ah, but my plans!” I said;—“I leave to-day
For studies at Berlin.”
“Yes, yes; your plans!—
You serve ideals, like all idiots.
But you are more, much more, than out your teens;
And—well, you are no hermit, any way.”
“Then must I find”—I laugh’d, yet half in earnest—
“The charms to tempt me!” and my reckoning
Fill’d all my fingers doubly with the traits
Of perfect womanhood.