But when he reach’d a certain grove,
He would not rove!
But o’er it all enraptur’d hung,
And all his choicest stanzas sung,
And to it like an anchor clung!
It was a glorious sight
To see the bird alight,
When first he found amid the woods of May
The maid with locks like gold upon the forest spray!
He then describes the bower in which they found Morvyth; it appears to have been formed of one birch tree: his description of the appearance of the sunbeams glancing through the leaves is very beautiful.
On the cliff her birch bower stands,
Tower unformed by axe or hands;
Noble mansion soaring high,
On one pillar—to the sky;
True affection’s verdant shrine,
Where I’ve met the girl divine!
Flickering through its leafy caves,
Fitful sunbeams round us roll’d
Many a transient band of gold—
Gorgeous ridges like the waves—
Or rich coins that come and fly,
Whilst the girl with pale blue eye
Cast upon her lovesick bard
Many a bright and fond regard!
