Skirt the domain luxuriant, while the air
Breathes healthful fragrance. On the Cottage roof
The gadding Ivy, and the tawny Vine
Bind the brown thatch, the shelter’d winter-hut
Of the tame Sparrow, and the Red-breast bold.
There dwells the Soldier’s Widow! young and fair
Yet not more fair than virtuous. Every day
She wastes the hour-glass, waiting his return,—
And every hour anticipates the day,
(Deceiv’d, yet cherish’d by the flatt’rer hope)