What cause could rightly tear me?—Asking this,
My heart rose up from reason to rebel;
Indignant to have found a theory
That dared to hold an innate impulse down;
While will, caught there, betwixt the heart and head,
Each charge would bear, and yet forbear to act.
And Edith, peerless Edith! how my soul
Would struggle to forget her! Struggling thus,
How fair her form, conjured by raving thought,
Would rise, a Venus o’er my sea of sighs,