Of many links of love,
Knit Frankie to the peopled plain,
And to the good above.
Affection's wreathed rings of beauty,
Bound round a globe of gold;
It is my verse's pleasing duty,
To say to all, behold,
Sweet Frank that central globe of worth;
That gems, with pride, this spot of earth,
This flower-engirdled, blissful vale,
This heart-delighting Elfindale.

And now when lovely Frankie stood,
In the dear pride of womanhood,
The queen of Elfindale;
One sought her for her loveliness--
A joy--a heaven of happiness--
An earth-born angel meant to bless
My throbbing soul with rich excess
Of joys that never fail.
She sat hid in a garden bower,
Watching the first, sweet star,
That crowns the lovely twilight hour,
And glows to earth from far.
A sad sweet dream oppressed her thought,
And tinged her calm, white face;
Her eyes fixed fast, their radiance fraught,
With melancholy grace.
I stole unto her close retreat,
As winds creep on a vale;