With sighs resigns it by degrees,
And fears ’tis gone for ay.
Parting, and looking back at each other with fondness; he at one Door, she at the other.
Polly.
The Boy, thus, when his Sparrow’s flown,
The Bird in Silence eyes;
But soon as out of Sight ’tis gone,
Whines, whimpers, sobs and cries.
