But when the sun withdrew his kindling beams,
And the last ray danc'd faintly on the streams;
The guileful , whose long-frozen breast
No more the youthful pow'r of Love confest,
Observ'd how  often look'd askance,
And cast on  many an envious glance,
Himself the willing wayward damsel led
To  Place, and seiz'd the bridal bed.