In hopes at least she might regain her charge.
GUESS her surprise, good reader, when she heard,
A lover's voice, who would not be deterred.
Said he, fair maid whene'er the heart's on fire,
'Tis all permitted that can quench desire.
On this, with piercing cries she rent the air;
But no one came:—she sunk to dire despair.
YE beauteous dames avoid the Sylvan shade;
Dread dangers solitary woods pervade.