It would seem as though, in my thoughts, I could never reach him; as though masses of opaque things lay between.
Yet he and I--there is love between us.

I don't know why I never hear him." "Tell me of your childhood, of your mother.

I have seen her grave under the ash by the Meeting-house, but I want to know of her from you." "Has not Faith told you ?" "We have only talked of the present.

I could not ask her; but I can ask you.

I want to know of your mother and you together." "We were never together.