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Terror in the house does roar ; But Pity stands before the door.


MS. Book, p. 12. See Prefatorj' Note to xlii. Here printed for the first
time.

xlv

The Birds

He. Where thou dwellest, in what Grove, i Tell me, Fair one, tell me love ; Where thou thy charming Nest dost build, thou pride of every field ! She. Yonder stands a lonely tree, 5 There I live and mourn for thee ; Morning drinks my silent tear, And evening winds my sorrow bear. He. O thou summer's harmony, 9

have liv'd and mourn'd for thee ; 

Each day I mourn along the wood. And night hath heard my sorrows loud. She. Dost thou truly long for me? 13 And am I thus sweet to thee ? Sorrow now is at an end, O my lover and my Friend ! He. Come on wings of joy we'll fly 17 To where my bower hangs on high ; Come, and make thy calm retreat Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.


MS. Book, p. 14.
1, 5, sqq. He . . . She No italics in MS. 3 dost] doth EY. n
mourn] moan EY, WBY. i8 hangs] is hung all edd.