In heedlessness, have turned against myself?
“He had not seen them,”—so my sister spake;
Yes, truly, there are fairer forms than mine.
He shall not see them! Oh! I am unjust.
Hath he not told me that I have his love?
There is no treachery in those brave eyes:
There is no falsehood in that gallant heart!
But still—he had not seen them. Oh, for shame!
Can love and doubt reign ever side by side?
No, Ethais, love is the death of doubt.