Then Doubts within her soul arise,
And equal Hopes her bosom shake!
Thus, like the Boy, and like the Maid,
I wish to go, yet tarry here;
And, now resolved, and now afraid,
To minds disturb’d old views appear
In melancholy charms array’d,
And, once indifferent, now are dear. 60
How shall I go, my fate to learn—
And, oh! how taught shall I return?