Such as the early dream of kindness brings;
And then she wept, and wonder’d as she read,
And new emotions in her heart were bred. 190
She sometimes fancied that, when love was true,
’Twas more than she and William ever knew;
More than the shady lane in summer-eve;
More than the sighing when he took his leave;
More than his preference when the lads advance
And choose their partners for the evening dance;
Nay, more than midnight thoughts and morning dreams,