But deaf to my wooing is Dolly.

I have done all I could for her pleasing,
I have gathered her goats for the milking,
'Twas surely no sin,
If I hoped I might win,
Sweet kisses in payment from Dolly.

Her breast's like the snowflakes when falling,
So white--and so cold to my pleading.
My heart will soon break
For very love's sake,
So cold, so bewitching is Dolly.

Three wishes, no more, I would utter--
God bless my sweet Dolly for ever,
May I gaze on her face
Till I finish life's race,
Then die--in the arms of my Dolly.



Tintern Abbey


Here how many a heart hath broken,
Closed how many a dying eye,
Here how many in God's acre,
E'en their names forgotten, lie!
Here how oft for lauds or vespers