And one thing then was manifest to me:—
How deep a gulf must ever separate
Myself from him, whom I so fain would love,
And whom I sought so long and ardently.
Now have I lost him for the second time,
Such is the lot that hath befallen me.
Monk:
I would not e’er estrange thee from those ties
Imposed on thee by blood-relationship.
But what I can bestow upon thy soul