Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 183 A WOODLAND IDYLL. RESH breath from the woodland blows sweet O’er the flowery path we are roaming, And the dimples of light lover’s feet In the mystical charm of the gloaming, | Eveline! On the buds that blush bright as we meet In the mystical charm of the gloaming! A tear for the stars of the night, And a smile for the avenue shady, A kiss for the eyelashes bright, And a blush for the cheek of my lady, Eveline! A laugh for the moon and her spite, And a blush for the cheek of my lady! We'll tread where the daffodils shake And the primrose smiles up through her weeping, Where the daisies dip down to the lake, Where the wonderful thrushes are sleeping, Eveline! ' By the marge of the maze of the brake Where the wonderful thrushes are sleeping.