They follow'd from the fnowy bank And further there were none. Yet fome maintain that to this day That you may fee fweet Lucy Gray O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And fings a folitary song That whistles in the wind. The two APRIL MORNINGS. WE walk'd along, while bright and red And Matthew stopp'd, he look'd, and faid, "The will of God be done!" A village Schoolmaster was he, And on that morning, through the gråfs, "Our work," faid I, " was well begun; Then, from thy breaft what thought, Beneath fo beautiful a fun, So fad a figh has brought? A fecond time did Matthew ftop, To me he made reply. Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind. A day like this which I have left Full thirty years behind. B And on that flope of fpringing corn Fell from the sky that April morn, With rod and line my filent sport Nine fummers had fhe fcarcely feen The pride of all the vale; And then she fang!-fhe would have been A very nightingale. Six feet in earth my Emma lay, And yet I lov'd her more, And turning from her grave, I met A blooming Girl, whofe hair was wet A basket on her head fhe bare, It was a pure delight! No fountain from its rocky cave There came from me a figh of pain I lock'd at her and look'd again; Matthew is in his grave, yet now As at that moment, with his bough. B. 2 The IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYs, OR DUNGEON-GILL FORCE,* A PASTORAL. I. The valley rings with mirth and joy, The magpie chatters with delight; *Gill in the dialect of Cumberland and Weftmoreland is a fhort and for the most part a steep narrow valley, with a stream running through it. Force is the word univerfally employed in these dialects for waterfall. |