For she, if not mamma, had rightly guess’d, 170
That William’s bosom was no seat of rest.
But Love’s young hope must die.—There was a day
When nature smiled, and all around was gay;
The Boy o’ertook the damsel, as she went
The village road—unknown was her intent;
He, happy hour, when lock’d in Fanny’s arm,
Walk’d on enamour’d, every look a charm!
Yet her soft looks were but her heart’s disguise,
There was no answering love in Fanny’s eyes;