The wondering maiden, who had only read
Of such vile beings, saw them now with dread;
Safe in themselves - for nature has design’d
The creature’s poison harmless to the kind;
But all beside who in the haunts are found
Must dread the poison, and must feel the wound.
Days full of care, slow weary weeks pass’d on,
Eager to go, still Jesse was not gone;
Her time in trifling, or in tears, she spent,
She never gave, she never felt, content: