He only thought of her constantly.

But what had he to do with the banker's wealthy heiress, the future mistress of Lone?
If he were so unwise as to seek her acquaintance, the world would be quick to ascribe the most mercenary motives to his conduct.

But like weaker minded lovers, he comforted himself by writing such transcendental poetry as "The Soul's Recognition," "The Meeting of the Spirits," "What Those Eyes Said," etc.

He did not publish these.

After having relieved his mind of them, he put them away to keep in his portfolio.