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the parson's bower of yew

Why strays a troubled spright,

That peaks and pines, and dimly shines

Thro' curtains of the night?

Why steals along the pond of toads

A gliding fire so ,

That lights a spot where grows no grass,

Where falls no rain nor dew?

The parson's daughter once was good,

And gentle as the dove,

And young and fair,—and many came

To win the damsel's love."

High o'er the hamlet, from the hill,

Beyond the winding stream,

The windows of a stately house

In sheen of evening gleam.

There dwelt, in riot, ront, and roar,

A lord so frank and free;

That oft, with inward joy of heart,

The maid beheld his glee.

Whether he met the dawning day,

In hunting trim so fine,

Or tapers, sparkling from his hall,

Beshone the midnight wine.