Ballad: 'When we met last love on midsummer even' (final verse)

Ah little I thought when I kisst & caressd thee
‘Good bye’ from thy lips wi such omens did fall
Ah little I thought as I lookd back & blest thee
That look was in earnest for once & for all
‘Good bye’ how
it fell on the breeze of the even
Een silence in sighs seekd to murmur the strain
& fancy now thinks as our last look was leaving
‘Good bye’ it repeated yell neer meet again

The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems (2 volumes, 1821)

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