Silent they sat - thought Sybil, that he seeks
Something, no doubt; I wonder if he speaks:
Scarcely she wonder’d, when these accents fell
Slow in her ear - “Fair maiden, art thou well?”
“Art thou physician?” she replied; “my hand,
My pulse, at least, shall be at thy command.”
She said - and saw, surprised, Josiah kneel,
And gave his lips the offer’d pulse to feel;
The rosy colour rising in her cheek,
Seem’d that surprise unmix’d with wrath to speak;