All but to tell her why I talk’d with her;
And with her parents talk’d, and now they all
Agree in praising plans of life like yours;
These latter actually sighing oft,
‘Would we but had a son for work like that!’
So, friend, your way is clear.”
LVIII.
But was it clear?—
So sure was it, that I could pluck this fruit?
If sure, so sure the Eden open’d not