But, or by prudence or by pity moved, 180
She thought it time his folly was reproved;
Then took her measures, not perchance without
Some conscious pride in what she was about.
Along the brook with gentle pace they go,
The Youth unconscious of th’ impending woe;
And oft he urged the absent Maid to talk,
As she was wont in many a former walk;
And still she slowly walk’d beside the brook,
Or look’d around—for what could Fanny look?