And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Around my ivied porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy at her wheel shall sing,
In russet gown and apron blue.
The village-church among the trees,
Where first our marriage vows were giv’n,
With merry peals shall swell the breeze,
And point with taper spire to heav’n.
Samuel Rogers.