THE Bat began with giddy wing His circuit round the shed, the tree; Darkness crept slowly o'er the East! Upon the barn-roof watch'd the cat; For Dolly was Reflection's child. Bestrode a steed with trappings gay. He at my window whistling loud, We stroll'd the bord'ring flow'rs among : The rising lark I could but hear; From the rude Dock my skirt had swept High o'er the road each branching bough The sweet-briar oped its pink-eyed rose, He seem'd, methought, on that dear morn, The coming hours would joyless be. A bank rose high beside the way, The posey with a smile he gave; With his last kiss he would have vow'd; But blessings crowding forced their way: Then mounted he his courser proud; His time elaps'd he could not stay. Then first I felt the parting pang- The pebbles flew beneath his heels; Then down the road his vigour tried, Then haste, ye hours, haste, eve and morn, 290 LINES, OCCASIONED BY A VISIT TO WHITTLEBURY FOREST, NORTHAMPTONSHIRE, IN AUGUST, 1800. Addressed to my Children. GENIUS of the forest shades! Lend thy pow'r, and lend thine ear! Thy dells by wint'ry currents worn, Their honour'd leaves the green oaks rear'd, Hail, greenwood shades, that stretching far, Defy e'en summer's noontide pow'r, When August in his burning car Withholds the cloud, withholds the show'r. The deep-ton'd low from either hill, Where human foot had seldom stray'd, Sweet Emma's love, the Nut-brown Maid. Shaking his matted mane on high The gazing colt would raise his head; Through bow'rs of every varying form, 'Midst the deep gloom methought I heard The daring progress of the storm. How would each sweeping pond'rous bough Some clouds must dim your coming day; |