Than be as I have been, perhaps, and am.
The past!—ay! it hath perish’d; never, never,
Would I recall it to be blest for ever;
The future it must come—I have a vow”—
And his cold hand rose trembling to his brow,
“True, true, I have a vow; is not the moon
Abroad, fair nun?”—“indeed! so very soon?”
Said Agathè, and “I must then away.”
“Stay, love! ’tis early yet; stay, angel, stay!”
But she was gone:—yet they met many a time