Such timid sweetness, and so wrong’d, did more
Than all her pleading tenderness before.
In that weak moment, when disdain and pride,
And fear and fondness, drew the man aside,
In this weak moment—“Wilt thou,” he began, 690
“Be mine?” and joy o’er all her features ran;
“I will!” she softly whisper’d; but the roar
Of cannon would not strike his spirit more;
Ev’n as his lips the lawless contract seal’d
He felt that conscience lost her seven-fold shield,