Song for an Unwritten Play.

"Rhyme with its jingle still betrays         The song that's meant for one alone.         Dearest, I dedicate to you         A little song w"

"We may raise our voices even in this still glade:         Though the colours and shadows and sounds so fleeting seem,     We shall not dispel th"

"The husht September afternoon was sweet             With rich and peaceful light.    I could not hear         On either side the sound of"

"This is the valley where we sojourn now,             Cut up by narrow brooks and rich and green         And shaded sweetly by the waving bou"

"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"