Hush! my

heedless feet from under

Slip the crumbling banks for ever; Like echoes to a distant thunder,

They plunge into the gentle river:
The river-swans have heard my tread,
And startle from their reedy bed.
O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure
Your movements to some heav'nly tune!
O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasure
To see you move beneath the moon ;
I would, it were your true delight
To sleep by day and wake all night.

I know the place where LEWTI lies,
When silent night has clos'd her eyes—
It is a breezy jasmin bow'r,

The Nightingale sings o'er her head;
Had I the enviable pow'r

To creep unseen with noiseless tread, Then should I view her bosom white, Heaving lovely to the sight,

As those two swans together heave

On the gently swelling wave.

O that she saw me in a dream,

And dreamt that I had died for care!

All pale and wasted I would seem,

Yet fair withal, as spirits are.

I'd die indeed, if I might see

Her bosom heave, and heave for me!

Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind! To-morrow LEWTI may be kind.

THE

FEMALE VAGRANT.

By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,
(The Woman thus her artless story told)

One field, a flock, and what the neighbouring flood
Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold.
Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,

A dizzy depth below! his boat and twinkling oar.

My father was a good and pious man,
An honest man by honest parents bred,
And I believe that, soon as I began

To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,
And in his hearing there my prayers I said:
And afterwards, by my good father taught,

I read, and loved the books in which I read ;
For books in every neighbouring house I sought,
And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought.

Can I forget what charms did once adorn

My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme, And rose and lilly for the sabbath morn?

The sabbath bells, and their delightful chime;

The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;

My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;

The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime ;

The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,

From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.