Now heaven had all, for in her holiest views
She saw the matron whom she fear’d to lose;
While from her parent, the dejected maid
Forced the unpleasant thought, or thinking pray’d.
Surprised, the mother saw the languid frame,
And felt indignant, yet forbore to blame;
Once with a frown she cried, “And do you mean
To die of love - the folly of fifteen?”
But as her anger met with no reply,
She let the gentle girl in quiet die;