And e’en from hell no discord in the jar
That only thunders back a trembling bass.”
Thus Edith spake; while I, left lonely all,
Beheld her, ardent for her art, a cloud,
Aglow by dawn, then drawn away, away.
XXXIX.
I said, I know not what; but far too proud,
Intoxicated though I was by love,
To let her view the folly of my fall,
I said not all I felt; but what I felt,