Yet woo’d; while she his hair of silver hue
Demurely noticed, and her eye withdrew:
Doubtful he paused - “Ah! were I sure,” he cried,
No craving children would my gains divide;
Fair as she is, I would my widow take,
And live more largely for my partner’s sake.”
With such their views some thoughtful years they pass’d,
And hoping, dreading, they were bound at last.
And what their fate? Observe them as they go,
Comparing fear with fear and woe with woe.