She saw him fetter’d, full of grief, alone,
Still as the dead, and he suppress’d a groan 350
At her appearance——Now she pray’d for strength,
And the sad couple could converse at length.
It was a scene that shook her to repeat—
Life fought with love, both powerful, and both sweet.
“Wilt thou die, Robert, or preserve thy life?
Shall I be thine own maid, or James’s wife?”—
“His wife!—No!—Never will I thee resign—
No, Rachel, no!”——“Then am I ever thine: