But she did not weep, unless in a passing petulance because I asked what she could not give; and the clouds swept dark over my love's bright face.
And now, alas, I am so wise that I cannot weep! I must rather smile to have asked, than lament that my asking was in vain.

I must wonder at her patience in refusing kindly, and be no more amazed that she refused at last.

Yet this sad wisdom that sits well on age I do not love in youth.
I was a fool; but if to hold that good shall win and a true love prevail be folly, let my sons be fools after me until their sons in turn catch up from them the torch of that folly which illuminates the world.
You would have said that she had not looked to see me, for she started as though in surprise when I stood before her, saying, "You sent for me." "I sent for you ?" she cried, still as if puzzled; then, "Ah, I remember.
A whim seized me as I passed your lodging.

Yet you deserved no such favour, for you treated me very rudely--why, yes, with great unkindness--last time we met.

But I wouldn't have you think me resentful.