Months pass’d.
My time drew nigh. My vows must be fulfill’d.
I told my father of it, and he wept.
Poor man, he spent his hours alternately.
At times he urged; at times he chided me;
At times he kiss’d my cheek and look’d at me;
At times he took me by the hand, and said:
“My daughter, dear, we will defer the deed”;
At times he moaned: “My daughter will do right.”