To

    Mine is a wayward lay;

    And, if its ecry to string,

    Provetruant thing,

    away!

    For then, eyes swimming oer,

    And clasped ,

    Are muc --

    So it had fain begone, and speak no more!

    Yet s come again,

    Ahy wishes be,

    And, h wild melody,

    I rain --

    Cadence my simple line,

    Unfas,

    But coming from my ,

    to tell ts love to thine!

    As ocean saken

    From Oceans bed,

    music s --

    Evn so true to my , shall waken!

    Oh! while our bark is seen,

    Our little bark of kindly, social love,

    Doream to move

    tohe summer shores, where all is green --

    So long thy name shall bring,

    Eco teful gales,

    And tender tales,

    to fress t round thee cling!

    t lookd upon

    ts of the field in lowly dress?

    Blame not my simpleness --

    think only of my love! -- my song is gone.