I showed her Heights she never saw —
"Would’st Climb," I said?
She said — "Not so" —
"With me —" I said — With me?
I showed her Secrets — Morning’s Nest —
The Rope the Nights were put across —
And now — "Would’st have me for a Guest?"
She could not find her Yes —
And then, I brake my life — And Lo,
A Light, for her, did solemn glow,
The larger, as her face withdrew —
And could she, further, "No"?