Page:The white doe of Rylstone - or, The fate of the Nortons. A poem (IA whitedoeofrylsto00wordrich).pdf/138

 To leave.—Unwooed, yet unforbidden, The White Doe followed up the Vale, Up to another Cottage—hidden In the deep fork of Amerdale ; And there may Emily restore Herself, in spots unseen before.— Why tell of mossy rock, or tree, By lurking Dernbrook’s pathless side, Haunts of a strengthening amity That calmed her, cheared, and fortified? For she hath ventured now to read Of time, and place, and thought, and deed, Endless history that lies In her silent Follower's eyes! Who with a power like human Reason Discerns the favourable season, Skilled to approach or to retire,— From looks conceiving her desire, From look, deportment, voice or mien, That vary to the heart within.