Met in good will, and something like surprise.
It was not beauty William saw, but more,
Something like that which he had loved before—
Something that brought his Fanny to his view, 630
In the dear time when she was good and true;
And his, it seem’d, were features that were seen }
With some emotion—she was not serene; }
And both were moved to ask what looks like those could mean. }
At first, she colour’d to the deepest red,
That hurried off, till all the rose was fled;