148 YOUTHFUL DAYS. Mine have not pilfered yet; nor yet impaired But genuine, and art partner of them all. How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene! Thence with what pleasure have we just discerned YOUTHFUL DAYS. 149 While far beyond, and overthwart the stream Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Groves, heaths, and smoking villages, remote. The air is cool, and it darkles, A maiden of peerless beauty That The boatman in yonder shallop His I ween the waves will have swallowed From the German of H. HEINE. A The Nymph's Description of Her Fawn. ITH sweetest milk and sugar, first I it at mine own fingers nursed; It had so sweet a breath! and oft I blush'd to see its foot more soft, hand Than any lady's of the land. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, To be a little wilderness; And all the spring-time of the year |