SONNET.
Mundy, whose song hath taught the forest swainTo view fairNeedwoodthro’ the radiance clearOf bright imagination, taught the tearTo glisten in his eye for other’s pain,And own that taste and virtue are not vain,How was thy pipe melodious wont to cheerThe wintry groves, when every leaf was sear,And brighten summer with its artful strain!—Say, by what meed shallNeedwoodcourt thy stay?She unsuspecting twines in amorous careHer favorite holly and her flower-bells gay,To deck with modest hand her lover’s hair,—Ah, do not thou her gentle hope betray,And doom her tender bosom to despair!B. B.
Mundy, whose song hath taught the forest swainTo view fairNeedwoodthro’ the radiance clearOf bright imagination, taught the tearTo glisten in his eye for other’s pain,And own that taste and virtue are not vain,How was thy pipe melodious wont to cheerThe wintry groves, when every leaf was sear,And brighten summer with its artful strain!—Say, by what meed shallNeedwoodcourt thy stay?She unsuspecting twines in amorous careHer favorite holly and her flower-bells gay,To deck with modest hand her lover’s hair,—Ah, do not thou her gentle hope betray,And doom her tender bosom to despair!B. B.
Mundy, whose song hath taught the forest swainTo view fairNeedwoodthro’ the radiance clearOf bright imagination, taught the tearTo glisten in his eye for other’s pain,And own that taste and virtue are not vain,How was thy pipe melodious wont to cheerThe wintry groves, when every leaf was sear,And brighten summer with its artful strain!—Say, by what meed shallNeedwoodcourt thy stay?She unsuspecting twines in amorous careHer favorite holly and her flower-bells gay,To deck with modest hand her lover’s hair,—Ah, do not thou her gentle hope betray,And doom her tender bosom to despair!
Mundy, whose song hath taught the forest swain
To view fairNeedwoodthro’ the radiance clear
Of bright imagination, taught the tear
To glisten in his eye for other’s pain,
And own that taste and virtue are not vain,
How was thy pipe melodious wont to cheer
The wintry groves, when every leaf was sear,
And brighten summer with its artful strain!—
Say, by what meed shallNeedwoodcourt thy stay?
She unsuspecting twines in amorous care
Her favorite holly and her flower-bells gay,
To deck with modest hand her lover’s hair,—
Ah, do not thou her gentle hope betray,
And doom her tender bosom to despair!
B. B.
B. B.