Your tastes are not religious?—Mine are not,
If by religion you mean piety,—
Religion’s brew, froth’d bubbling to be seen.
But how is it beneath the surface, friend?
Down deep within?—is not the substance there?
I never seem’d religious half so much
As when at one with you.”
She but replied
To tell me how “her father’s legacy
Had been her sister, whom she must not leave.