Who found an entrance in the hardest heart.” (O.M.)
variant of ll. 915–16:
Such is our tale, and all that now remain
Are sad varieties of grief and pain.
variant of ll. 929–37:
The day of love, like an autumnal day,
Ev’n in its morning hastened to decay.
Who gave her hand, determined not to give,
Was doom’d in anguish and regret to live;
For he who woo’d so warmly scorn’d her won,