For her sake, seeking means of livelihood,
She first rejected, then accepted what
Her spirit, spurning once, had learn’d to love;
As had her sister; and for both of them
Each hope, and joy, and all they thought of now,
Was bounded by the music of the stage.
Nor could my logic change this; nay,” she said,
“Not logic leads the artist on, but light.”
XXXVIII.
I heard in vain—I could not give her up.