That holy state where two souls, else at one,
Would both be God’s.—Ah, could you thus be mine?”
XXXVII.
Her silence then was broken. “Well might I
Be proud to be thus yours. Who could not find
All meet for manhood, in your manliness?
But no, for you forget our different aims.
You never told me of these plans before.
And, Norman, now—no, no; for, through your church,
That fann’d some whim of his, left smouldering,