To Eva.

"I.     One happy year has fled, Sall,     Since you were all my own,     The leaves have felt the autumn blight,     The wintry storm has blown."

"Though fate upon this faded flower     His withering hand has laid,     Its odour'd breath defies his power,     Its sweets are undecayed."

"Grant me, I cried, some spell of art,     To turn with all a lover's care,     That spotless page, my Eva's heart,     And write my burning wis"

"I sat me down upon a green bank-side,     Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river,     Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide,     Like pa"

"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"