“She pass’d?” I cried.
“Ay, ay,” said he; “while you, so wrapp’d in Grace,
Walk’d near, and noted nothing. How she turn’d!—
Then spoke of ‘haste, such haste, she could not stay’;
And bade me ‘not to tell’ you.—Thus, you see,
I keep my word; I promised nothing though.”
At this, I blush’d; it but encouraged him.
“This flame of sympathy you deem’d so bright
Extinguish’d was—you may have thought by me.
If so, I tell you, friend, ’twas lightly done.