Not to tell her, never to let her know.
Help me not to break in upon her peace.
My children too! must I not speak to these?
They know me not. I should betray myself.
Never: no father’s kiss for me—the girl 790
So like her mother, and the boy, my son.’
There speech and thought and nature fail’d a little,
And he lay tranced; but when he rose and paced
Back toward his solitary home again,
All down the long and narrow street he went 795