FRAGMENT 3.

And when the old man saw that on the green Leaves of his opening... a blight had lighted He said:‘ My friend, one grief alone can wean

A gentle mind from all that once delighted:— Thou lovest, and thy secret heart is laden With feelings which should not be unrequited.’

And Athanase... then smiled, as one o'erladen With iron chains might smile to talk (? ) of bands Twined round her lover's neck by some blithe maiden, And said...