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...