The Death of Wolfe/The Woodland Maid

by Anonymous

THE WOODLAND MAID.

The woodland maid, my beauty's queen,
In nature's simple charm array'd,
This heart subdues; that matchless mien,
Still binds me to the woodland maid.

Let others sigh for mines of gold,
For wide domain, for gay parade;
I would unmov'd such toys behold,
Possess'd of thee, sweet woodland maid.

 

FINIS.