All Nature now appear’d to pause:
And “o’er the one half world seem’d dead;”
No “curtain’d sleep” had she;——because
She had no curtains to her bed.
List’ning she lay;—with iron din,
The clock struck Twelve; the door flew wide;
When Thomas, grimly, glided in,
With little Bobtail by his side.
Tall, like the poplar, was his size,
Green, green his waistcoat was, as leeks;