Mistrusting also lest her steps might stray,
And gladsome of the glimpse of dawning day,
He stopped—looked back—(what cannot love persuade?)
To take one view of the unhappy maid.
His longing eyes impatient backward cast,
To catch a lover's look—but looked his last:
Here all his pains were lost, one greedy look,
Defeats his hopes, and Hell's conditions broke,
A fatal messenger from Pluto flew,
And snatched the forfeit from a second view,