A twilight tryst—by frowardness sure.—
They met. And that day was gray with rain—
Or snow, and the wind did ever endure
A long, bleak moaning thorough the wood,
Smarted the cheek and chapped i' the blood;
And a burne in the forest cried "sob and sob,"
And whimpered forever a chopping throb
Thro' the rope-taunt boughs like a thing pursued.
—And there it was that he learned how she
(My faith! how it makes me burn and quiver