It vainly strives its fears to smother;—
"Its trembling knees assail each other
When lizards stir the bramble dry;—
You shun me, Chloe, wild and shy
As some stray fawn that seeks its mother.
"And yet no Libyan lion I,—
No ravening thing to rend another;
Lay by your tears, your tremors by,—
A husband's better than a brother;