Excerpt from The Deserter: A Tale, With Miscellaneous Poems

I could not hate nor chide: It fetter'd Ah, the softest hue Enchantment's self can give the view, The sun-beam in the silent skies, Or eve, when distant day-light dies, And every thought they hid arise, Yon woodland vales of fairy scene, Its beds and bowers of evergreen.

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