And soon as to the very spot I came
Where the roads part, I stop. Then paus’d a while:
“Alas! thought I, and must I here remain
Two days? alone: without her?—Well! what then?
That’s nothing.—What, is’t nothing?—If I’ve not
The privilege to touch her, shall I not
Behold her neither?—If one may not be,
At least the other shall.—And certainly
Love, in its last degree, is something still.”
—Then I, on purpose, pass’d the house.—But see!