While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling,

Talking, she knew not why, and cared not what,

So that her female friends, with envy broiling,

Beheld her airs, and triumph, and all that;

And well-dressed males still kept before her filing,

And passing bowed and mingled with her chat;

More than the rest one person seemed to stare

With pertinacity that's rather rare.