"And yet Sarolta, simple, inexperienced, Could see him as he was, and often warned me. Whence learned she this? O she was innocent! And to be innocent is Nature's wisdom! The fledge-dove knows the prowlers of the air, Feared soon as seen, and flutters back to shelter. And the young steed recoils upon his haunches, The never-yet-seen adder's hiss first heard.