It would be proof that she could love me not.
But if she should prefer me to her aims,
Then surely she could yield her wish to mine.
XXXV.
So, near the sunset of a summer’s day,
While walking by the lake within the park,
“I mean,” I breathed out cautiously, “to write
A tale of love; and I have plann’d the tale
To open here. In after time, perchance,
Those minds to whom it proves of interest