Back to thyself,—so thou again art free;
Thou in another, sad as that, resend 35
The truest heart that lover e’er did lend.
Now turn from each. So fare our severed hearts,
As the divorced soul from her body parts.
Henry King.
LXXIII
THE BRIDE’S TRAGEDY.
O waly, waly up the bank,
And waly, waly down the brae,
And waly, waly yon burn-side,