Swift to her room the stranger made his way.
“Revive, my love!” said he, “I’ve done thee harm;
Give me thy pardon,” and he look’d alarm:
Meantime the prudent Dinah had contrived
Her soul to question, and she then revived.
“See! my good friend,” and then she raised her head,
“The bloom of life, the strength of youth is fled;
Living we die; to us the world is dead;
We parted bless’d with health, and I am now
Age-struck and feeble - so I find art thou;