With him," said I, "will take a pleasant charm; STANZAS. IN a drear-nighted December, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; In a drear-nighted December, But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah! would 't were so with many A gentle girl and boy! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, END OF PART II. |