That is, if one were vicious, through and through—
Such pleas for love from lips that aye were pure?
The very depth of one’s unworthiness
Would whet such relish for a thing so strange!
LI.
But weeks and months went by, in which she fill’d
A certain void in life; and, every eve,
We parted for the night made better friends.
Once, ending thus, the pleasures of the day,
We chanced upon a path where, sauntering too,