That wellnigh bursts the while, I held her off,
This long-sought soul that mine had found a friend;
And did not dare to trust her as I would.
XX.
What struggles then were mine! Too cautious grown,
To dare to risk a fall, though but in love,
How would I brace my powers against her charms
That might unbalance me! How would my will,
That strove to master my reluctant mien,