Alas! the wanderer was the vainer made.
The parties daily met, as by consent,
And yet it always seem’d by accident;
Till in the nymph the shepherd had been blind
If he had fail’d to see a manner kind,
With that expressive look, that seem’d to say,
“You do not speak, and yet you see you may.”
O! yes, he saw, and he resolved to fly, 360
And blamed his heart, unwilling to comply:
He sometimes wonder’d how it came to pass,