The sun has left the lea.

The orange flower perfumes the bower,

The breeze is on the sea.

Quentin Durward. Chap. iv.

Widowed wife and wedded maid.

The Betrothed. Chap. xv.

Woman's faith and woman's trust,

Write the characters in dust.

The Betrothed. Chap. xx.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.[494:2]