Rather the nut-tree shade the nymph preferr’d,
Pleased with the pensive gloom and evening bird;
Thither, from company retired, she took
The silent walk, or read the fav’rite book.
The father’s letter, sudden, short, and kind,
Awaked her wonder, and disturb’d her mind;
She found new dreams upon her fancy seize,
Wild roving thoughts and endless reveries.
The parting came; - and when the Aunt perceived
The tears of Sybil, and how much she grieved -