To larger hopes and cravings. Never since
Have I set eyes upon my youthful love
Nor heard of her, though sometimes in my dreams
She comes back like a nightmare to my heart.
’Tis strange that heaven makes our being so.
But she hath gone, a phantasma upon
The fading walls of my heart’s memory.
I will not dwell upon her.
Pet. Gregory, thou wouldst do well to keep
A guard upon thy passions.