Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.