v. 99. Village Girls....The poor distracted young Woman. Then close consulting, each his talent lends Sweet village Maids from neighbouring hamlets stroll, For love's their errand: hence the tints that glow * The Author has since conversed with this unfortunate woman, and finds that her name is not Mary, but Ann Rayner, of Ixworth Thorp: she is very much recovered, and appears to have a true sense of her past calamity. The Subject continued. v. 117. Yet causeless seem'd her grief; for quick restrain'd, Her midnight meals in secrecy she takes, Low mutt'ring to the moon, that rising breaks Thro' night's dark gloom:...oh how much more forlora Her night, that knows of no returning morn!... Slow from the threshold, once her infant seat, Or sooths her breast, or stops her streaming tears, Clasping her knees, and waving to and fro;... Her head bow'd down, her faded cheek to hide ;... A piteous mourner by the pathway side. Some tufted molehill through the livelong day She calls her throne; there weeps her life away : And oft the gaily-passing stranger stays His well-tim'd step, and takes a silent gaze, |