Now wept in pain; some wretch had found a time,
Depraved and wicked, for that coward-crime;
I had indeed my doubt, but I suppress'd
The thought that day and night disturb'd my rest;
She and that sick-pale brother—but why strive
To keep the terrors of that time alive?
"The hour arrived, the new, th' undreaded pain,
That came with violence and yet came in vain.
I saw her die; her brother too is dead,
Nor own'd such crime—what is it that I dread?