THURSDAY;
OR, THE
SPELL.
HOBNELIA.
OBNELIA seated in a dreary vale,
In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale,
Her piteous tale the winds in sighs bemoan,
And pining eccho answers groan for groan.
I rue the day, a rueful day I trow, 5
The woful day, a day indeed of woe!
When Lubberkin to town his cattle drove,
A maiden fine bedight he hapt to love;
The maiden fine bedight[1] his love retains.
And for the village he forsakes the plains: 10
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OBNELIA seated in a dreary vale,In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale,
Her piteous tale the winds in sighs bemoan,
And pining eccho answers groan for groan.
I rue the day, a rueful day I trow, 5
The woful day, a day indeed of woe!
When Lubberkin to town his cattle drove,
A maiden fine bedight he hapt to love;
The maiden fine bedight[1] his love retains.
And for the village he forsakes the plains: 10
- ↑ Line 8. Dight or bedight, from the Saxon word dihtan, which signifies to set in order.
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