POEMS OLD AND NEW

\nd thither, when the summer days were long,
Sir Walter led his wondering paramour ;
\nd with the dancers and the minstrel's song
VEade merriment within that pleasant bower.

The Knight, Sir Walter, died in course of time,
\nd his bones lie in his paternal vale.—
But there is matter for a second rhyme,
\nd I to this would add another tale.

PART SECOND
The moving accident is not my trade ;
To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 10
Tis my delight, along in summer shade,
To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
\s I from Hawes to Richmond did repair,
[t chanced that I saw standing in a dell
Three aspens at three corners of a square ;
\nd one, not four yards distant, near a well.
What this imported I could ill divine :
\nd, pulling now the rein my horse to stop,
[ saw three pillars standing in a line,—
The last stone-pillar on a dark hill-top. 20
The trees were grey, with neither arms nor head ;
Half wasted the square mound of tawny green ;
5o that you just might say, as then I said,
6 Here in old time the hand of man hath been.9*
[ looked upon the hill both far and near,
More doleful place did never eye survey ;
[t seemed as if the spring-time came not here,
\nd Nature here were willing to decay.
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