And the poor maiden was in much disgrace.
Silence so long they could not understand—
And this of one who wrote so neat a hand; 380
Their sister sure would send, were aught amiss;
But youth is thoughtless—there is hope in this.
As time elapsed, their wonder changed to wo:
William would lose another day, and go.
Yet, if she should be wilful and remain,
He had no power to take her home again.
But he would go.—He went, and he return’d—