THE WILLOW-TREE K NOW ye the willow-tree To yon pale river ? Wander not near it : Once to the willow-tree Her blue eye tearful. Her step moved fleeter ; No one was there-ah me! Quick beat her heart to hear The far bells' chime The trysting time: But the red sun went down In golden flame, And though she looked round, Presently came the night, Sadly to greet her, Moon in her silver light, Stars in their glitter; Then sank the moon away Under the billow, Still wept the maid alone— There by the willow! Through the long darkness, By the stream rolling, Tolling and tolling. Lonely and stilly; Shrill came the night-wind, Piercing and chilly. Shrill blew the morning breeze, Biting and cold, Bleak peers the grey dawn Over the wold. Bleak over moor and stream Looks the grey dawn, Grey, with dishevelled hair, Still stands the willow there THE MAID IS GONE! Domine, Domine ! Sing we a litany, Sing for poor maiden-hearts broken and weary; Domine, Domine! Sing we a litany, Wail we and weep we a wild Miserere! Father, in easy chair, Gloomily napping, When at the window-sill Came a light tapping! And a pale countenance Looked through the casement, Loud beat the mother's heart, Sick with amazement, And at the vision which Came to surprise her, Shrieked in an agony"Lor! it's Elizar!" VI. Yes, 'twas Elizabeth- VII. "Yesterday, going to Aunt Jones's to tea, Mother, dear mother, I Forgot the door-key! And as the night was cold, And the way steep, Mrs. Jones kept me to Breakfast and sleep." VIII. Whether her Pa and Ma Fully believed her, Stern they received her; |