The White Lady's Farewell

Fare thee well, thou Holly green!

Thou shalt seldom now be seen,

With all thy glittering garlands bending,

As to greet my slow descending,

Startling the bewilder'd hind,

Who sees thee wave without a wind.

Farewell, Fountain! now not long

Shalt thou murmur to my song.

While thy crystal bubbles glancing,

Keep the time in mystic dancing,

Rise and swell, are burst and lost,

Like mortal schemes by fortune cross'd.

The knot of fate at length is tied,

The Churl is Lord, the Maid is Bride!

Vainly did my magic sleight

Send the lover from her sight;

Wither bush, and perish well,

Fall'n is lofty Avenel!