When journeying to and fro near Ruttendell.)
Jane saw the streamer rais’d! then knew full well
Her lover soon would be within her sight;
She wept for joy, so great was her delight.
The south-west breeze bore up the greenwood vale
The chaise’s rattle,—thanks to the sweet gale:
An instant more the whistling whip was heard:
Jane look’d, and lo! across the grassy sward
She saw the moving mass advancing swift;—
No longer of her love is she bereft!