To his first hopes the lover gave a sigh; }
But hopes more new and strong confirm’d his wish to die. }
Meantime poor Ellen in her cottage thought 300
“That he would seek her—sure she should be sought
She did not mean—It was an evil hour,
Her thoughts were guardless, and beyond her power;
And for one speech, and that in rashness made!
Have I no friend to soothe him and persuade?
He must not leave me—He again will come,
And we shall have one hope, one heart, one home!”