Because he is in love with an ideal;
A creature of his own imagination;
A child of air; on echo of his heart;
And like a lily on a river floating
She floats upon the river of his thoughts!
Don C. A common case with poets. But who is
This floating lily? For in fine, some woman,
Some living woman—not a mere ideal,
Must wear the outward semblance of his thought.
Who is it? Speak!