The Interview.

‘ So‘ tis with us: for Jane would be my bride;

‘ Shall coward fears then turn the bliss aside?’

While thus he spoke he heard a gentle sound,

That seem'd a jarring footstep on the ground:

Asham'd of grief, he bade his eyes unclose,

And shook with agitation as he rose;

All unprepared the sweet surprise to bear;

His heart beat high, for Jane herself was there.—

Flusht was her cheek; she seem'd the full-blown flower,

For warmth gave loveliness a double power;

Round her fair brow the deep confusion ran,

A waving handkerchief became her fan,

Her lips, where dwelt sweet love and smiling ease,

Puff'd gently back the warm assailing breeze.

‘ I've travell'd all these weary miles with pain,

‘ To see my native village once again;

‘ And show my true regard for neighbour Hind;

‘ Not like you, Walter, she was always kind.’