Who, when she saw the gentle youth advance,
Had thither fled, and sought t’avoid his glance:
Her dark-blue eyes shone in that sombre light
Like glow-worms spangling in the depth of night:
He saw!—he felt a smart impulsive move!—
And from that hour he sought t’improve his love.
The old man call’d the “lassie” forth and said
“There, Arnold, is she not a pretty maid?—
She has the work of all the house to do,
Yet always clean: come, Arnold, we must go.”