Distrust, perhaps, would sooner cause the thing.
“We will not check it, neither will we force”—
Thus said the fathers—“Let it take its course.”
It took its course:—young Richard Danvers’ mind
In Phœbe Rayner found what lovers find—
Sense, beauty, sweetness; all that mortal eyes
Can see, or heart conceive, or thought devise. 70
And Phœbe’s eye, and thought, and heart could trace
In Richard Danvers every manly grace—
All that e’er maiden wish’d, or matron prized—