Said the unconscious maiden, “I would try!”— }
And as she sigh’d she heard the soft responsive sigh. }
And then, assuming steadiness, “Adieu!” 190
He cried, and from the grieving Ellen flew;
And to her father with a bleeding heart
He went, his grief and purpose to impart;
Told of his health, and did in part confess
That he should love the noble maiden less.
The parent’s pride to sudden rage gave way—
“And the girl loves! that plainly you would say—