Descends, and instantly his love entwines—
Dumb with emotion at his kind embrace.
Whilst gentle drops stole down Jane’s blushing face,
Lord Arnold’s own bright eyes, keen to behold,
’Came dimm’d with joy: yes! could he but have told
One half the feelings wrought upon his heart,
Not even then a tithe could he impart:
He saw, at once, her tutors, when they wrote,
Had partially concealed how they were smote;—
Not, as he naturally might have inferr’d—