‘ So‘ tis with us: for Jane would be my bride;
‘ Shall coward fears then turn the bliss aside?’
While thus he spoke he heard a gentle sound,
That seem'd a jarring footstep on the ground:
Asham'd of grief, he bade his eyes unclose,
And shook with agitation as he rose;
All unprepared the sweet surprise to bear;
His heart beat high, for Jane herself was there.—
Flusht was her cheek; she seem'd the full-blown flower,
For warmth gave loveliness a double power;
Round her fair brow the deep confusion ran,
A waving handkerchief became her fan,
Her lips, where dwelt sweet love and smiling ease,
Puff'd gently back the warm assailing breeze.
‘ I've travell'd all these weary miles with pain,
‘ To see my native village once again;
‘ And show my true regard for neighbour Hind;
‘ Not like you, Walter, she was always kind.’