"Alas! what is become of them? "These fears can never be endured, "I'll to the wood."-The word scarce said. Did Susan rise up from her bed, As if by magic cured. Away she posts up hill and down, And to the wood at length is come, She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; Oh me! it is a merry meeting, As ever was in Christendom. The owls have hardly sung their last, While our four travellers homeward wend; The owls have hooted all night long, And with the owls began my song, And with the owls must end. For while they all were travelling home, "Where all this long night you have been, Now Johnny all night long had heard And thus to Betty's question, he Made answer, like a traveller bold, (His very words I give to you,) "The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, "And the sun did shine so cold." -Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. LINES WRITTEN NEAR RICHMOND, UPON THE THAMES, AT EVENING. How rich the wave, in front, imprest With evening-twilight's summer hues, While, facing thus the crimson west, And see how dark the backward stream! And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Such views the youthful bard allure, And what if he must die in sorrow! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Though grief and pain may come to-morrow? Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may see, As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river! come to me. Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so; Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, 'Till all our minds for ever flow, As thy deep waters now are flowing. Vain thought! yet be as now thou art, The image of a poet's heart, How bright, how solemn, how serene! Such heart did once the poet bless, Who, pouring here a * later ditty, Remembrance! as we glide along, Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the laft written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his life-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza. |