The case has been from first misunderstood.
Protect us, Heaven! A blundering brotherhood!”
He saw her trouble; thence divined her ill.
Her secret kept he; hidden held it still.75
The sickness was not caused by bile or spleen.
The scent of perfume’s better smelt than seen.
He traced her suffering to a mind oppressed;
Her body sound, her soul a wish suppressed.
Her hesitations made him guess her love;
The symptoms plain,—her heart was sick, poor dove!