 | Constance De Castile |  |
XXI.
Lapt in sweet visions, night and day,
In the green woods Alonzo lay,
Pip'd his delight to hill and dale,
And every stranger heard his tale.
In the green woods Alonzo lay,
Pip'd his delight to hill and dale,
And every stranger heard his tale.
The shepherd lad, the village maid,
Where'er the harmless wanderer stray'd,
Spread to his choice their simple feast,
And cheer'd with welcome smile their guest.
Where'er the harmless wanderer stray'd,
Spread to his choice their simple feast,
And cheer'd with welcome smile their guest.
| Constance De Castile | |