The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate18 spread alarms:

The lovely stranger stands confess'd,-
A maid, in all her charms.

AndAh! forgive a stranger rude,-
A wretch forlorn,' she cried;
'Whose feet, unhallow'd,19 thus intrude
Where Heaven and you reside.20

'But let a maid thy pity share,

Whom love has taught to stray;
Who seeks for rest, but finds despair
Companion of her way.

'My father lived beside the Tyne,21

A wealthy lord was he ;

And all his wealth was marked as mine,
He had but only me.

'To win me from his tender arms

Unnumber'd suitors came;

Who praised me for imputed22 charms,
And felt, or feign'd a flame.

Each hour a mercenary23 crowd

With richest proffers 24 strove:

Amongst the rest young Edwin bow'd,

But never talked of love.

is alternate, by turns, 19 unhallow'd, unholy. 20 reside, dwell.

21 Tyne, in Northumberland.

23 mercenary, mean, money seeking.

22 imputed, fancied.

24 proffers, offers.

In humble, simplest habit clad,
No wealth or power had he:
Wisdom and worth were all he had,
But these were all to me.

'And when, beside me, in the dale,
He caroll'd25 lays of love,

His breath lent fragrance to the gale,
And music to the grove.

"The blossom, opening to the day,
The dews of heaven, refined,
Could nought of purity display

To emulate his mind.

'The dew, the blossoms on the tree,
With charms inconstant shine:
Their charms were his; but, woe to me!

Their constancy was mine.

"For still I tried each fickle art,

Importunate and vain;

And while his passion" touch'd my heart,

1 triumph'd in his pain:

Till, quite dejected with my scorn,

He left me to my pride;

And sought a solitude forlorn,29
In secret, where he died.

25 caroll'd, sang.

26 emulate, equal, rival.

27 importunate, eagerly seeking a thing.

28 passion, love.

29 forlorn, lonely.

'But mine the sorrow, mine the fault!

And stretch me where he lay.

And there, forlorn, despairing, hid,
I'll lay me down and die;

'Twas so for me that Edwin did,

"And so for him will I."

'Forbid it, Heaven!" the Hermit cried, And clasp'd her to his breast:

The wondering fair one turn'd to chide―30 'Twas Edwin's self that press'd!

"Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

My charmer, turn to see

Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
Restored to love and thee.

'Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

And every care resign:

And shall we never, never part,
My life my all that's mine?

'No, never from this hour to part,
We'll live and love so true;

The sigh that rends thy constant heart
Shall break thy Edwin's too.'

30 chide, blame.

Where through groves deep and high

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die
Under the willow :-

McCorquodale & Co., Printers, " The Armoury," Southwark.