Now homeward as fhe hopeless went, The blaft blew cold, the dark owl fcream'd, Amid the falling gloom of night, In every bush his hovering fhade, Alone, appall'd, thus had fhe pass'd The vifionary vale, When lo! the death-bell fmote her ear, Sad founding in the gale. Just then she reach'd, with trembling steps, Her aged mother's door; He's gone, fhe cry'd, and I fhall fee That angel face no more. I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my fide: From her white arm down funk her head, She fhiver'd, figh'd, and died. HE weftern fky was purpled o'er And flocks reviving felt no more When from a hazel's artless bower Let fops with fickle falfhood range Whilft weeping maids lament their change, And fadden every grove : But endless bleffings crown the day I faw fair Efham's dale: And every bleffing find its way To NANCY of the vale. 'Twas "Twas from Avona's bank, the maid And every fhining glance display'd Soft as the wild duck's tender young, Fresh as the bordering flowers, her bloom, ; The little halcyon's azure plume Was never half fo blue. Her shape was like the reed, so sleek, So taper, strait, and fair; Her dimpled fmile, her blushing cheek, Far in the winding vale retir'd And shadowing rocks and woods confpir'd To fence her beauties round. That nature in fo lone a dell Gay lordlings fought her for their bride, 'Tis STREPHON on the mountain's brow With him I'll climb the hill. Struck with her charms and gentle truth To her alone I give my youth, And when this vow fhall faithless prove, Or I these charms forego, The ftream that faw our tender love, That ftream fhall ceafe to flow. SHENSTONE. 'ER moorlandsand mountainsrudebarren and bare, As wilder'd and wearied I roam, A gentle young fhepherdefs fees my despair, And leads me o'er lawns to her home: Yellow sheaves from rich Ceres her cottage had crown'd, Green rushes were ftrew'd on the floor; Her casement sweet woodbines crept wantonly round, And deck'd the fod feats at her door. We fat ourselves down to a cooling repast, I told my foft wishes, fhe fweetly replied I've rich ones rejected and great ones denied, Her air was fo modeft, her aspect so meek, So fimple, yet fweet were her charms, I kifs'd |