She wept—yet laid her hand awhile
In his that waited her dawning smile—
Her soul’s affianced, nor cherish’d less
For the gush of nature’s tenderness!
She lifted her graceful head at last—
The choking swell of her heart was past;
And her lovely thoughts from their cells found way
In the sudden flow of a plaintive lay.[345]
THE BRIDE’S FAREWELL.
Why do I weep? To leave the vine