Personal sketches of his own times, Vol. 2 (of 3)

by Sir Jonah Barrington

LAMENTATION OF CRONEROE FOR THE ABSENCE OF ITS SYLVAN NYMPH.

I.

Ah, where has she wander’d? ah, where has she stray’d?

What clime now possesses our lost sylvan maid?—

No myrtle now blossoms; no tulip will blow;

And the lively arbutus now fades at Croneroe.

II.

No glowing carnation now waves round her seat;

Nor crocus, nor cowslip weave turf for her feet;

And the woodbine’s soft tendrils, once train’d by her hand,