You and the hope of you, sweet you, dear you.
I never spoke before; now it has broken through.
"Oh, my beloved, can you care for me?"
She shook her head. "Oh, hush, oh, Lion dear,
Don't speak of love, for it can never be
Between us two, never, however near.
Come on, my friend, we must not linger here."
White to the lips she spoke; he saw her face
White in the darkness by him in the windy place.
"Mary, in time you could, perhaps," he pleaded.