For Hollybrand could not refrain, and wept:
The last “good night,” with intermissive sighs,
Fell from their lips; while ’kerchiefs to their eyes
Detain’d their tears: Such was the dreary eve
Of that lone day when “Jenny” took her leave.
XIV.
Red ’rose the sun, and flush’d the fleecy sky;
His ’fulgent rays foretold the hour was nigh
When soon the cottagers would ope their eye,
For chanticleer had loos’d his horny bill,