Then let him share it!—Still, my wiser pride
The purpose check’d, and balancing rash hate
With hateful prudence, closed his opening smile
But with a frown that would not welcome him.
With any truth to self, so argued I,
I could do nothing else; nor could abide
A town that held him. So I left the town;
And so these friends of mine, so prized of old,
And I had parted,—not as friends would part,
With love’s high zenith fever’d like the skies