And banish’d from my Sight the Man I lov’d!
[His] purpos’d visit in the morn I knew,
And bore in mind my purpos’d pardon too.
‘’Tis a last trial,’ to my Heart I said;
‘When [he returns], thy Will shall be obey’d.’
Ah! my kind Friend, remember, in thy Woes,
No Self-reproach forbids thy Soul repose!
But I detain thee; would I had detain’d
The Man my Folly, but not solely, pain’d!
Ere that return a sudden order bore 120