He saw Kathleen in mournful mien
A-passing by his window.

He threw away his rosary,
His _Paters_ and his _Aves_;
For love is stronger than the wind
That wafts a thousand navies.

The holy man went forth to war,
But not against the devil.
He led the maid within for shade,
And treated her most civil.

He gave her cakes, he gave her wine,
He set his best before her;
And then invited her to dine--
Thenceforth--with her adorer.

Her little head went round for joy;
She tried to kick the rafter:
So Kavin was a saint no more,
And happy ever after.




IN THE WAYLAND WILLOWS.


Once I met a soncy maid,