Yet what to do?—The more I question’d this,
The more I saw but only one true course.
Our aims—my own and Edith’s—differ’d much.
Yet knew I more than this. Our hearts were one
In all desires that had inspired these aims.
And if our lives and hearts could be but join’d,
Could not my love and hers, together put,
Outweigh such aims as would be hers alone?
Why not have faith in love, mine join’d with hers?
What power was mightier in the universe?