“‘Nay, but,’ I said, with courage not my own,
‘O! be some signal of thy presence shown;
Let not this visit with the rising day
Pass, and be melted like a dream away.’
“‘O, woman! woman! ever anxious still
To gain the knowledge, not to curb the will!
Have I not promised?—Child of sin, attend—
Make not a lying spirit of thy friend: 660
Give me thy hand!’—I gave it, for my soul
Was now grown ardent, and above control;