The diamonds glancing in her hair, Death follows on the heels of wrong, Her dress seemed wove of lily leaves, O lofty wears, and lowly weaves, And homely hose must step apart, But may he wear my love at heart That wins her lily hand! Alas! there's far from russet frize To silks and satin gowns, But I doubt if God made like degrees, In courtly hearts and clowns. My father wrong'd a maiden's mirth, And all that's lordly of my birth, 'Tis vain to weep,-'tis vain to sigh, 'Tis vain this idle speech, For where her happy pearls do lie, His love was nobly born and died, My speech is rude,-but speech is weak So, Lady, fare thee well; I will not wish thy better state THE WATER LADY. ALAS, the moon should ever beam To show what man should never see !- I staid awhile, to see her throw I staid a little while to view Her cheek, that wore in place of red The bloom of water, tender blue, Daintily spread. I staid to watch, a little space, The waters closed above her face And still I stay'd a little more, I throw my flow'rs from the shore, I know my life will fade away, M 2 THE EXILE. THE Swallow with summer Will wing o'er the seas, There's many that weep there, For the tears that are falling When the white cloud reclines On the verge of the sea, I fancy the white cliffs, And dream upon thee; But the cloud spreads its wings To the blue heav'n and flies. We shall never meet, love, Except in the skies! TO AN ABSENTEE. O'ER hill, and dale, and distant sea, Through all the miles that stretch between, My thought must fly to rest on thee, And would, though worlds should intervene. Nay, thou art now so dear, methinks But bind the closer round the heart. For now we sever each from each, Farewell! I did not know thy worth, |