Among thy mountains did I feel And she I cherished turned her wheel Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed X. LOUISA. I MET Louisa in the shade; And, having seen that lovely maid, That she is ruddy, fleet, and strong; And she hath smiles to earth unknown; Smiles, that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise; That come and go with endless play, She loves her fire, her cottage home; In weather rough and bleak; And, when against the wind she strains, That sparkle on her cheek. Take all that's mine "beneath the moon, If I with her but half a noon May sit beneath the walls Of some old cave, or mossy nook, When up she winds along the brook, To hunt the waterfalls. " XI. 'Tis said, that some have died for love: And here and there a church-yard grave is found In the cold North's unhallowed ground, Because the wretched man himself had slain, And there is one whom I five years have known; Through his whole body something ran; That he might pull the sledge for me. My little joy! my little pride! I'll follow you across the snow; Then wherefore shall I fear to die? XIII. THE LAST OF THE FLOCK. IN distant countries have I been, He saw me, and he turned aside, |