It must have meant that you would yet be found—
That we should meet. Heaven surely meant it so.”
LXXI.
Her mien had chang’d; and yet she ask’d again,
“But how with Grace? I thought”—
“Alas,” I said,
“With your dear spirit thron’d above my love,
What were I but a traitor, wedding Grace?
This heart was yours, your dwelling-place alone.
Nay, now I do not come to give it you: