The drowsy beetle droned, and skimmed the wavering bat.
THE MAID'S FIRST LOVE.
The maiden heard a light foot on the floor,
And sidelong looked, and there before her stood
Young Eustace Graeme: far from the pasture moor
He came: the fragrance of the dale and wood
Was scenting all his garments green and good.
A sudden flush when tie the maiden saw,
Burned through his temples, kindled up his blood—
His stifling breath waxed nigh too tight to draw,