Singing on—said he, “Can you forget

Our last ramble beneath the bright moon,

When your ‘Willy,’ and you, loving sat

On the gate-stile, and watch’d it go down?”

“Never! never!” she said, “for e’en now

Thy dear arms I feel round me entwin’d,

With thy lips on my unveilèd brow,

Whilst the zephyrs were wafting behind.”

[80] Signifying the sea.