Canto XLI
I vex my heart with fancies dim:He still outstript me in the race;It was but unity of placeThat made me dream I rank’d with him.
And so may Place retain us still,And he the much-beloved again,A lord of large experience, trainTo riper growth the mind and will:
And what delights can equal thoseThat stir the spirit’s inner deeps,When one that loves but knows not, reapsA truth from one that loves and knows?