On A Bank Of Flowers（2 / 2）

her robes, light-waving in the breeze,

her tender limbs embrace;

her lovely form, her native ease,

all harmony and grace;

tumultuous tides his pulses roll,

a faltering, ardent kiss he stole;

he gaz'd, he wish'd,

he fear'd, he blush'd,

and sigh'd his very soul.

as flies the partridge from the brake,

on fear-inspired wings,

so nelly, starting, half-awake,

away affrighted springs;

but willie follow'd—as he should,

he overtook her in the wood;

he vow'd, he pray'd,

he found the maid

forgiving all, and good.