“The sheep-dog barks, ’tis time to go;—
“The night-fly hums, the moonlight beam
“Peeps through the yew-tree’s shadowy row—
“It falls upon the white grave-stone,
“Where my dear mother sleeps alone.—
XII.
“O stay me not, for I must go
“The upland path in haste to tread;
“For there the pale primroses grow
“They grow to dress my mother’s bed.—