Of bridal waves high-bounding as before.
VIII.
And I remember how, at flush of morn,
Thou didst depart alone, to find a nook
Where none could see thee; where a lover's look
Were profanation worse than any scorn;
And how I went my way, among the corn,
To wait for thee beside the Shepherd's brook.
IX.
And lo! from out a cave thou didst emerge,