THE SAME CONTINUED We may not meet. I could not for… Dissemble further, and I suffer p… A palpable distinct and physical a… When our eyes meet by accident, an…

Thus Adrian learned it. And behol… Which he had hardened against all… And wrapped up secretly and laid a… As something which should not be u… Woke with a pang, and tremulously…

I stopped, I listened, and I ente… With half—a—dozen more, that sight… ‘The Booth of Beauty,’ ’twas a na… Which seemed to promise a new myst… There was a crowd already in the p…

We stayed at Lyons three days, on… In Esther’s world of wonder and r… She, glorious star, each night imm… Playing her Manons to the listeni… I glorious too, but in Love’s fir…

ASKING THE FULFILMEN… I ask for love who famished am in… Not scorning the dear manna of you… But being vexed with that too frow… Which heads the sum of my rebellio…

Wild words I write, and lettered… To lay in your loved hand as love’… It is the thought we shall not mee… Nerves me to write and my whole se… For when I speak to you, you only…

The first, a woman, nobly limbed a… Standeth at sunset by a famed far… Red are her lips as Love’s own ki… Yet speak they never though they s… An old knight, next, and arméd cap…

I had ambition once. Like Solomon I asked for wisdom, deeming wisdom… And with much pains a little knowl… Of Nature’s cruelty and Man’s des… And mostly learned how vain such l…

Romance is writ for me with many n… Of fair loved faces, each page a d… Blazoned and tinctured, this with… Enshrining fancy, that with opalin… Rays of mad hopes, half sunlight,…

THE SAME CONTINUED We planted love, and lo it bred a… Of lusts and vanities and senseles… We planted love, and you have gath… Of every bitter herb which fills a…

The castle walls are full of eyes, And not a mouse may creep unseen. All the window slits are spies; And the towers stand sentinel High above the gardens green.

’Twas thus with my Natalia, suppl… Who loved young Adrian to her hea… And loved him dearly, yet could no… Her fears of ill nor use her woman… To grant his wish, but ever put aw…

‘We shall be friends. How friends… What? Like the Pont Neuf? Should… None ever yet repented it who durs… Oh! you shall know me as I dare n… You said I was not pretty. ’Tis t…

Enough, dear Paris! We have laugh… ’Tis time that we should part, les… I must fare on from winter and rou… And the dark tempests chained with… Southwards I go. Each footstep ma…

Such was the legend. I had read i… Twice ere I thought of thinking w… And as I turned with a sigh becau… That I alone perhaps of all who w… Homewards that night should bid go…