Endear’d and made desired; nor could she hold
He would not turn and quite forgive her wrong.
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Wherefore her eager eyes in every place
Lookt for her lover; and ’twixt hope and fear
She follow’d oft afar some form of grace,
In pain alike to lose or venture near.
And still this thought cheer’d her fatigue, that he,
Or on some hill, or by some brook or tree,
But waited for her coming to appear.