If he sees her, love will flare briefly; a struck match, held in his fingers, that he will let burn till the threshold of flesh is threatened. It will burn, and he will stare-- the meeting of the sulphur and the air-- and the dark will be dispelled briefly. Briefly he will forget his anger, briefly light be led into his darksomewhere soul or self or heart or cleft or bare closet. But say he burns and he will deny it; say he loves and he will mortify it.