He heard some traveller passing near—
She listened my coming step to hear.
But soon dispersed that pleasant scene,
And I glanced with vision clear and keen
Through the close-set boughs of the forest green.
A deep ravine was in our way,
Marshy and damp, and o’er it lay
A causeway formed of logs and clay.
The spot was pleasant—stilly down
Fell forest shadows, cool and brown,