Hopeless.

"I sat within the temple of her heart,     And watched the living Soul as it passed through,     Arrayed in pearly vestments, white and pure."

"My footsteps press where, centuries ago,     The Red Men fought and conquered; lost and won.     Whole tribes and races, gone like last year's s"

"Sounds of rural life and labour!     Not the notes of pipe and tabour,     Not the clash of helm and sabre         Bright'ning up the field of"

"If seasons, like the human race, had souls,     Then two artistic spirits live within     The Chameleon mind of Autumn - these,     The Poet's"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"