Their wisest ways of wooing shun?
Do mothers weep, when waked from sleep
Whose dream restored a long-lost son?
Ah, scarce the man’s or mother’s plans
Appear so rudely overthrown,
As his whose thought in vain here sought
A word to echo back his own.
But time speeds on, and duties wan,
Like ghosts untombed, forbid my stay;
But though I go, this note shall show