For none like me hath loved him! He is mine!
Ye shall not rend him from me.
Pro. Oh! he knew
Thy love, poor maid! Shrink from me now no more!
He knew thy heart—but who shall tell him now
The depth, th’ intenseness, and the agony,
Of my suppress’d affection? I have learn’d
All his high worth in time to deck his grave.
Is there not power in the strong spirit’s woe
To force an answer from the viewless world