“Alas! I needed such reliance more:
My idiot-girl, so simply gay before,
Now wept in pain: some wretch had found a time,
Depraved and wicked, for that coward crime;
I had indeed my doubt, but I suppress’d
The thought that day and night disturb’d my rest;
She and that sick-pale brother - but why strive
To keep the terrors of that time alive?
“The hour arrived, the new, th’ undreaded pain,
That came with violence, and yet came in vain.