Whilst Act IV. saw us One in the orthodox way.
So my holiday ended. I begged a reminder,
I asked you to send me a portrait that should
Be a sweet recollection, and you, who were kinder
Than I ever deserved or dared hope, said you would.
Then we parted. Life seemed to be painfully lonely,
Though I dreamt of a future with you by my side,
Till my common-sense seemed to say, "You, who are only,
Just a poor needy teacher, have Her for a bride!"
It was true, and I knew it. Yet why had I met you?