In silence and in fear.

Kailyal! . . . at length he cried in such a tone,

As a poor mother ventures who draws near,

With silent footstep, to her child’s sick bed.

My Father! cried the maid, and rais’d her head,

Awakening then to life and thought, . . . thou here?

For when his voice she heard,

The dreadful past recurr’d,

Which dimly, like a dream of pain,

Till now with troubled sense confus’d her brain.