She, seriously.

Who the loser, who the winner,

If the Fancy fail as preacher?—

None who loved was yet beginner

Though another's love-beseecher;

Love's revealment‘ s of the inner

Life and deity, the teacher.

Who may falsify the feeling

To the lover who is loser?

Has she felt:— the mere revealing

Of the passion‘ s his accuser;

She conceals it; the concealing

Is her own love's self-abuser.

One hath said, no flower knoweth

Of the fragrance it revealeth;

Song, its soul that overfloweth,

Never nightingale's heart feeleth —

Such the love the spirit groweth,

Love unconscious if it healeth.