But she, that never coped with stranger eyes, (100)
Could pick no meaning from their parling looks, (101)
Nor read the subtle-shining secrecies (102)
Writ in the glassy margents of such books: (103)
She touch'd no unknown baits, nor fear'd no hooks;
Nor could she moralize his wanton sight, (105)
More than his eyes were open'd to the light.