VI

So said he one fair morning, and all day

      His heart beat awfully against his side;

And to his heart he inwardly did pray

      For power to speak; but still the ruddy tide

Stifled his voice, and pulsed resolve away—

      Fever'd his high conceit of such a bride,

Yet brought him to the meekness of a child:

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!