How well can I remember now that day,
When, with the honours I had borne away,
I homeward flew, to lay them at her feet,
And hear her voice than highest praise more sweet.
But Disappointment mocked my eager gaze,
As anxiously (from out the post-drawn chaise)
I watched to see her graceful form appear
From out the cot, and, chilled with unknown fear,
My heart shrunk back and dared not hope that she
Would at my guardian's be awaiting me.