But nature then has time to take her way;
And so we hope our village will restore
This man to health that he possess’d before.
He loves the garden avenues, the gloom }
Of the old chambers, of the tap’stried room; }
And we no notice take, we let him go and come.’ }
“So spake a gay young damsel; but she knew
Not all the truth—in part her tale was true.
Much it amused me in the place to be 50
This harmless cypher, seeming not to see,