““Part Three: Love V DOUBT me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, 5 What more the woman can,— Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; 10 I ceded all of dust I knew,— What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might 15 Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee!””
