III. Was it some sweet device of Faery And fancied wanderings with a fair-hair'd maid? while Soft soothing things, which might enforce despair To drop the murdering knife, and let go by IV. METHINKS how dainty sweet it were, reclin'd Aught envying. And, O Anna! mild-eyed maid! Beloved! I were well content to play V. WHEN last I roved these winding wood-walks green, Green winding walks, and shady pathways sweet, Oft-times would Anna seek the silent scene, vi. À TIMID grace sits trembling in her eye, That steeps in kind oblivious ecstasy The care-crazed mind, like some still melody: Speaking most plain the thoughts which do possess Her gentle sprite: peace, and meek quietness, VII. IF from my lips some angry accents fell, Peevish complaint, or harsh reproof unkind, "Twas but the error of a sickly mind And troubled thoughts, clouding the purer well, And waters clear, of Reason; and for me Let this my verse the poor atonement be— Too highly, and with a partial eye to see |