XXI. WHENCE that low voice? - A whisper from the heart, XXII. TRADITION. A LOVE-LORN Maid, at some far-distant time, Of echo doth reverberate some sweet sound: Desperate alternative! what fiend could dare XXIII. SHEEP-WASHING. SAD thoughts, avaunt! - the fervour of the year, Thickens, the pastoral River will forgive Frank are the sports, the stains are fugitive. XXIV. THE RESTING-PLACE. MID-NOON is past; - upon the sultry mead XXV. METHINKS 'twere no unprecedented feat |