Between souls thus discover’d, Edith deems
That love must flow; while friendship caught by craft
Is lost by confidence. I think her right.
Why not? We all when in our noblest moods
Crave homage for our souls’ nobility.
But what our souls are in themselves, who know,
Save as our rôles report us outwardly?
Did not divine hands form us as we are?
Who love us as we are, love higher things
Than those who love what earth would make of us.”