All your requirement—see and say my mind.
It may be that by sad apprenticeship
I have a keener sense: I 'll task the same.
Only indulge me,—here let sight and speech
Happen,—this Inn is neutral ground, you know!
I cannot visit the old house and home,
Encounter the old sociality
Abjured forever. Peril quite enough
In even this first—last, I pray it prove—
Renunciation of my solitude!