Of course, she could not feel as I do about you.

It isn't that which makes her sad and haggard; it is that we are leaving Ireland behind.
Yes, she and I are saying good-bye to Ireland.

That's why I think she might have let me see you before we went; but since it must not be, well, then, it must not.

But we shall meet again.

In my soul I know that on the hills somewhere far off, as on the first day we met, we shall meet each other once more.