Belovèd Wife! such solace to impart,
As it hath yielded to thy tender heart.
FOOTNOTES:
[S] Another version of this stanza follows:—
But like a wreath, composed of bud and bell,
Spring's flowery garland, in a whirlwind caught,
Or like the warblings of a sea-nymph's shell
When the distempered air with storms is fraught;
Those pleasures vanished from our rustic cell,