It led his patient spirit where it paid
Its languid offerings to a listening Maid:
She, with her widow’d Mother, heard him speak,
And sought awhile to find what he would seek:
Smiling he came, he smiled when he withdrew,
And paid the same attention to the two;
Meeting and parting without joy or pain,
He seem’d to come that he might go again.
The wondering girl, no prude, but something nice,
At length was chill’d by his unmelting ice;