This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846 edition. Excerpt: ...on the grassy bank, And bowed her lovely head. " When the year hath pass'd, 'neath the trysting tree Shalt thou see me alive or dead!" The year pass'd on, and the trysting tree Was stripp'd of its mantle green, And the autumn shadows dimly fell Where the summer sun had been; But the maiden fair, with her eyes of light, Was ne'er in the greenwood seen. For ah! in that year, that weary year, Tidings of falsehood came, That the youth had forgotten the solemn vow He had sworn by his knightly name, And had plighted his troth, at his sire's command, To a lovely and high-born dame. Pale grew the drooping maiden's cheek, And paler it seemed each day; Her peace was gone, and the woods no more Woke to her footsteps gay: As the winter pass'd, and the spring stole on, She wearily pined away. " And carry me forth," she dying said, " Once more to the trysting tree, Where its green leaves whisper o'er my head, Let my parting momenta be; I will keep the tryst that to him I pledged, Though false hath he proved to me!" They bore her there and her bloom return'd, And her eyes grew wildly bright, As the fitful gleam from a dying lamp Doth warn of fading light: And she pass'd away with a sad sweet smile, Worn down by her spirit's blight. The smile still played upon her cheek As dews on rosebuds hang, When through the leafy forest glades A distant bugle ran, And a graceful youth in joyful haste From a panting courser sprang. One glance upon the maiden pale, Who slept the tree below, And his bounding form seem'd turn'd to stone, And his cheek grew white as snow. " Oh God!" he cried, " what direful ill Hath struck this crushing blow?" They told him that his broken vow Had paled her youthful face: " "Tis false!" he cried, " what cruel tongue Hath forged such slander...
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