Stalk'd round the room, put out the light,
And shook the curtains round the bed.
No cruel uncle kept her land;
No tyrant father forced her hand;
She had no vixen virgin-aunt,
Without whose aid she could not eat,
And yet who poison'd all her meat,
With gibe and sneer and taunt.
Yet of the heroine she'd a share:
She saved a lover from despair,