You would make me less than human.

If I sighed, it was indeed for you.

See--I confess that I have done you wrong, not in deeds, but in letting you hope.

Truly, I myself have hoped also.

I have thought that the star of love was trembling just below the east, and that you and I might be one to another--what we cannot be now.
My wisdom has failed me, my sight has been deceived.