Discerns a spirit always veil’d in shape,
A soul in man, and reason everywhere.’”
XXXII.
Ah, Edith, so I mused, an artist thou,
Thou art indeed! but not an actress, no,
Whatever may have train’d thee, save to tread
The stage of truth! and Elbert’s every act
Against my flinty confidence in her
Struck fire and flash’d, each time I met him now;
The more so, that each time I met him now,