IV The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, They sought her baith by bower and ha' The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border, and awa' THE RECOLLECTION WE wander'd to the pine forest The whispering waves were half asleep, The smile of heaven lay; It seem'd as if the hour were one We paused amid the pines that stood Tortured by storms to shapes as rude And soothed, by every azure breath Now all the tree-tops lay asleep Like green waves on the sea, As still as in the silent deep The ocean woods may be. SCOTT. IL PENSEROSO HENCE, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bestead Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, The sea nymphs, and their powers offended His daughter she; in Saturn's reign Come, but keep thy wonted state, And join with thee, calm Peace, and Quiet Aye round about Jove's altar sing : That in trim gardens takes his pleasure :- And the mute Silence hist along, Gently o'er the accustom'd oak. -Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among Oft, on a plat of rising ground |