THE FIFTH DAY 
 
“ Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.” 
Richard III. 
 
All thought of work is almost cast aside. 
I followed like a dog the way she went, 
Speaking but seldom, very well content 
To day-dream, oft imagining a bride, 
A wife, a lover, even a sister, tied 
By some soft bond of twinning :  thus I blent 
A real joy with a brighter element 
Of fancy free to wander far and wide. 
 
For as I followed by the shore and bended 
Over her footsteps in the wood, my will 
Rose to high strength assertive and transcended 
The petty forms of the seducer’s skill. 
Chaste love strode forth, a warrior’s stern and splendid 
Determined footsteps on the Arcadian Hill. 
 
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