With not a regret to shadow the scene,
Seize on the heart with a sudden despair,
From a passing mem'ry of what has been.)
And while to the door I ran with a start,
Frighten'd to death at the knocking without,
I was thinking of my old nurse's heart,
And not of what all the noise was about!
Four men without peering sharply within;
One girl within looking out at the men;
Silence at first—you might have heard a pin