I showed her Heights she never saw— “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—”Not so”— “With me—” I said—With me? I showed her Secrets—Morning’s Nest— The Rope the Nights were put across— And now—”Would’st have me for a Guest?” She could not find her Yes— And then, I brake my life—And Lo, A Light, for her, did solemn glow, The larger, as her face withdrew— And could she, further, “No”?
