One hope for Edith;—and my shaken powers
Lost hold of Grace forever!
LX.
Still would doubt
Survive, and question if, when off my guard,
In fancy rampant, I had Grace deceived
As I had Elbert? Could it be, indeed,
That I, who wish’d it not, had won her love?
And if so, what?—The problem wore me thin.
My very wits, indeed, seem’d whittled off