So saying, thro' the fragrant shade Gently along he led the maid, While Manchon round and round her played: And, as that silent glen they leave, Where by the spring the pitchers stand, Where glow-worms light their little lamps at eve, And fairies revel as in fairy-land, (When Lubin calls, and Blanche steals round, Her finger on her lip, to see; And many an acorn-cup is found Under the greenwood tree) From every cot above, below, They gather as they go Sabot, and coif, and collerette, The housewife's prayer, the grandam's blessing! Girls that adjust their locks of jet, And look and look and linger yet, The lovely bride caressing; Babes that had learnt to lisp her name, And heroes he had led to fame. But what felt D'Arcy, when at length And when, her fit of weeping o'er, And saw an old man sitting at the door, All, all the while-an awful distance keeping; And one, his little hand in hers, Who weeps to see his sister weeping. Then Jacqueline the silence broke. She clasped her father's knees and spoke, While D'Arcy as before looked on, Tho' from his manly cheek was gone "His praises from your lips I heard, Till my fond heart was won; |