How she shall dress, and whether she may speak.”
A sober smile returned the Youth, and said,
“Can I cause fear, who am myself afraid?”
Sybil, meantime, sat thoughtful in her room,
And often wonder’d - “Will the creature come?
Nothing shall tempt, shall force me to bestow
My hand upon him, - yet I wish to know.”
The door unclosed, and she beheld her sire
Lead in the Youth, then hasten to retire;
“Daughter, my friend - my daughter, friend,” he cried,