XVIII.

"And thither let the village swain repair; And, light of heart, the village maiden gay, To deck with flowers her half-dishevel'd hair, And celebrate the merry morn of May. There let the shepherd's pipe the livelong day Fill all the grove with love's bewitching woe; And when mild Evening comes in mantle gray, Let not the blooming band make haste to go; No ghost, nor spell, my long, my last abode shall know.