Imagination.

"At night it is not strange that thou art dead;     I give thee to the stars, the moonlight snow;     But ah, when desolate I lift my head,"

""Thou hast not lived! No aim of earth     Thy body serves, nor home nor birth;     No children's eyes look up to thee     To solace thy mortali"

"Ah, love, why love you tears?     What beauty in the rue?     Do you not know the years     Shall bring their griefs to you,     To dew your n"

"A wild spring upland all this charmed page,     Where, in the early dawn, the maenads rage,     Mad, chaste, and lovely! This, a darker spot"

"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"