Had he no plain, touching words in which to express his very real love--words such as every man can summon when he pleads for this greatest boon?
Yet his shame heightened the reverence in which he held her; passion of the intellect breathed in his next words.
'If you cannot love me with your heart, in your mind you can be one with me.

You feel the great and the beautiful things of life.

There is no littleness in your nature.

In reading with you just now I saw that your delight in poetry was as spirit-deep as my own; your voice had the true music, and your cheeks warmed with sympathy.

You do not deny me the right to claim so much kinship with you.