My wish for what?—for her?—as now she was?—
Not so; but rather might be.—Whence then sprang
This ‘might be’?—whence, alas, but from myself,
As I kept moulding it within my soul?
Why rail’d I, then, against the church and world?—
Not these alone, but I would have her changed.
These all but echoed back my own soul’s voice;
And yet, augmented by the voice of all,
In heeding them, I heeded not myself,
But something greater, grander than myself.