To point and probe it.
Strangely was it solved.
I dropp’d a vague surmise,—how two “should act,
In case one loved, and love were not return’d.”
She arch’d her answer with so rare a blush,
That all my doubts dissolved; and, catching truth
From hers contagious, like a boy confused,
All fused in frankness bubbling o’er the brim,
I blurted out about my older love;
To root it out would root out love itself,