And there a change was felt, and was confess’d:
While thus the Virgin strove with secret pain,
Her mind was wandering o’er the troubled main;
Still she was silent, nothing seem’d to see,
But sat and sigh’d in pensive reverie.
The friends prepared new subjects to begin,
When tall Susannah, maiden starch, stalk’d in;
Not in her ancient mode, sedate and slow,
As when she came, the mind she knew, to know;
Nor as, when list’ning half an hour before,