Kept back from midnight strolls for sake of Alice!
And jogg’d from tête-a-têtes to give her place!
Then with her left, inspired alone to wish
To be like her a dunce; and thus to be
Like her, in some way, Edith’s all-in-all.
XXII.
Nor could I hint this truth to Edith; nay.
Unselfish, all ethereal in her thought,
A disembodied soul had held less moods
Touch’d through the senses. One had sooner snared