 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
XXX.
“Egla looks on me doubtful, but amused;
Admires, but, trembling, dares not bid me stay:
Yet hour by hour her timid heart more used
Grows to my sight and words; and when a day
Admires, but, trembling, dares not bid me stay:
Yet hour by hour her timid heart more used
Grows to my sight and words; and when a day
I leave her, for my needful cares, at leisure
To muse upon and feel her lonely state,
At my returning, though restrained her pleasure,
There needs no Spirit's eye to see she does not hate.
To muse upon and feel her lonely state,
At my returning, though restrained her pleasure,
There needs no Spirit's eye to see she does not hate.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |