Struck notes which echoed through the dale
As tender, innocent and chaste
As lays which Franzen’s[E] muse has graced.
It was as if, her cares dismissed,
Now nature kept her hour of tryst,
All stir, and yet such hush complete
Thou might’st have heard her bosom beat.
Then did the twain in winsome bliss
Together rove the hours away.
As groom and bride change rings, so they