But did he love? We answer, day by day,
The loving feet would take th’ accustom’d way,
The amorous eye would rove as if in quest
Of something rare, and on the mansion rest;
The same soft passion touch’d the gentle tongue,
And Anna’s charms in tender notes were sung;
The ear, too, seem’d to feel the common flame,
Soothed and delighted with the fair one’s name;
And thus, as love each other part possess’d,
The heart, no doubt, its sovereign power confess’d.