If I ever quit the mountains,

’Twill be in a friar’s gown.

Antonio’s Ballad 143

Thou dost love me well, Olalla; Well I know it, even though Love’s mute tongues, thine eyes, have never By their glances told me so.

For I know my love thou knowest, Therefore thine to claim I dare: Once it ceases to be secret, Love need never feel despair.