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She loved, and fondly deemed herself beloved.
—The road is dim, the current unperceived,
The weakness painful and most pitiful,
By which a virtuous woman, in pure youth,
May be delivered to distress and shame.
Such fate was hers.—The last time Ellen danced,
Among her equals, round The Joyful Tree,
She bore a secret burthen; and full soon
Was left to tremble for a breaking vow,—
Then, to bewail a sternly-broken vow,
Alone, within her widowed Mother's house.
It was the season of unfolding leaves,
Of days advancing toward their utmost length,
And small birds singing happily to mates
Happy as they. With spirit-saddening power
Winds pipe through fading woods; but those blithe notes
Strike the deserted to the heart; I speak
Of what I know, and what we feel within.
—Beside the cottage in which Ellen dwelt
Stands a tall ash-tree; to whose topmost twig
A thrush resorts, and annually chants,
At morn and evening from that naked perch,
While all the undergrove is thick with leaves,
A time-beguiling ditty, for delight
Of his fond partner, silent in the nest.
—‘Ah why,’ said Ellen, sighing to herself,
‘Why do not words, and kiss, and solemn pledge;
‘And nature that is kind in woman's breast,
‘And reason that in man is wise and good,
‘And fear of him who is a righteous judge;
‘Why do not these prevail for human life,
‘To keep two hearts together, that began
‘Their spring-time with one love, and that have need
‘Of mutual pity and forgiveness, sweet
‘To grant, or be received; while that poor bird—
‘O come and hear him! Thou who hast to me
‘Been faithless, hear him, though a lowly creature,
‘One of God's simple children that yet know not
‘The universal Parent, how he sings
‘As if he wished the firmament of heaven
‘Should listen, and give back to him the voice
‘Of his triumphant constancy and love;
‘The proclamation that he makes, how far
‘His darkness doth transcend our fickle light!’