Tears came to their eyes,
And without was the rain.
In the morning he talked of merrier things than usual, and went back. Though she had no faith in it [i.e. the convent], yet she had been thinking of it to comfort her solitude. Now her mind was confused, trying to think how to realize it, and she told her perplexed feeling to the Prince:
On waking I cannot think.
I wish that those were only dreams [of which we talked last night].
And on the margin she wrote:
We made our vows so earnestly,
Yet must these vows yield
To the common fate of the changing world.
I am sorry to think of it.
The Prince read it and made answer:
I wanted to write to you first—
I will not think it real,
Those sad things were only dreams
Dreamed in a night of dreams.
I wish that you would think so too. You dwell too much upon nothing.