And longs to shed his most pernicious blood.
Again the monster spake in thoughtless joy,— 210
“We shall be married soon, my pretty Boy!
And dwell in Madam’s cottage, where you’ll see
The strawberry-beds, and cherries on the tree.”
Back to his home in silent scorn return’d
Th’ indignant Boy, and all endearment spurn’d.
Fanny perforce with Master takes her way,
But finds him to th’ o’erwhelming grief a prey,
Wrapt in resentful silence, till he came