Who prais'd me for imputed charms, XXVIII. "Each hour a mercenary crowd But never talk'd of love.* XXIX. "In humble, simplest habit clad, XXX. "And when beside me in the dale, He carol'd lays of love, His breath lent fragrance to the gale XXXI. "The blossom opening to the day, ["Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, ["A constant heart was all he had, [This stanza, which was written some years after the rest of the poem. was presented in manuscript by Goldsmith to Richard Archdal, Esq., of Ireland.] $ ["Whene'er he spoke amidst the train How would my heart attend! XXXII. "The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine; Their charms were his, but woe to me! Their constancy was mine. XXXIII. "For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. XXXIV. "Till quite dejected with my scorn, And till delighted even to pain, "And when a little rest I sought, "Yet still (and woe betide the hour!) I spurn'd him from my side, And still with ill-dissembled power, Repaid his love with pride."-First edit] •["Till quite dejected with my scorn, And sought a solitude forlorn, "Then since he perish'd by my fault, [Imit." And grew so coy and nice to please, He might not kisse, nor hand forsooth, XXXV. "But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.* XXXVI. "And there forlorn, despairing, hid, And so for him will I."t XXXVII. "Forbid it Heaven!" the Hermit cried, And clasp'd her to his breast; "Thus being wearyed with delayes, To see I pittyed not his greeffe, He gott him to a secret place, And there he dyed without releeffe."-Gentle Herdsman. [Imit." And for his sake these weeds I weare, And every day Ile beg my bread, "Thus every day I fast and pray, And gett me to some secret place, For soe did he, and soe will I.”—Ibid.] "And there in shelt'ring thickets hid, 'Twas thus for me my lover did, "Thou shalt not thus, the Hermit cried, The astonish'd fair one turned to chide,- "For now no longer could he hide, And flush with honest love."-First edit.] The wond'ring fair one turn'd to chide, 'Twas Edwin's self that prest. XXXVIII. "Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ΧΧΧΙΧ. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And shall we never, never part, My life, my all that's mine? XL. No, never, from this hour to part, The sigh that rends thy constant heart, ["No, never, from this hour to part, And the last sigh that rends the heart, [Here followed in the original draught: "Here amidst sylvan bowers we'll rove, And innocent as they. To all that want, and all that wail, Our pity shall be given, And when this life of love shall fail, We'll love again in heaven."] |