Lofty she was and careless, while the meek
And humbled Anna was afraid to speak:
As mute she listen’d with a painful smile,
Her friend sat laughing, and at ease the while,
Telling her idle tales with all the glee
Of careless and unfeeling levity.
With calm good sense he knew his Wife endued,
And now with wounded pride her conduct view’d;
Her speech was low, her every look convey’d -
“I am a slave, subservient and afraid.”