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THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurst	A
The spot where the ruins decay	B
Of the cottage where Will of the Woodland was nursed	A
And lived so beloved till the moment accursed	A
When he went from the woodland away	B
Among all the lads of the plough or the fold	A
Best esteem'd by the sober and good	A
Was Will of the Woodlands and often the old	A
Would tell of his frolics for active and bold	A
Was William the boy of the wood	A
Yet gentle was he as the breath of the May	B
And when sick and declining was laid	A
The woodman his father young William away	B
Would go to the forest to labour all day	B
And perform his hard task in his stead	A
And when his poor father the forester died	A
And his mother was sad and alone	C
He toil'd from the dawn and at evening he hied	A
In storm or in snow or whate'er might betide	A
To supply all her wants from the town	D
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One neighbour they had on the heath to the west	A
And no other the cottage was near	E
But she would send Phoebe the child she loved best	A
To stay with the widow thus sad and distress'd	A
Her hours of dejection to cheer	E
As the buds of wild roses the cheeks of the maid	A
Were just tinted with youth's lovely hue	F
Her form like the aspen wild graces display'd	A
And the eyes over which her luxuriant locks stray'd	A
As the skies of the summer were blue	F
Still labouring to live yet reflecting the while	G
Young William consider'd his lot	A
'Twas hard yet 'twas honest and one tender smile	G
From Phoebe at night overpaid ev'ry toil	H
And then all his fatigues were forgot	A
By the brook where it glides through the copse of Arbeal	H
When to eat his cold fare he reclined	A
Then soft from her home his sweet Phoebe would steal	H
And bring him wood strawberries to finish his meal	H
And would sit by his side while he dined	A
And though when employed in the deep forest glade	A
His days have seem'd slowly to move	I
Yet Phoebe going home through the wood walk has stray'd	A
To bid him good night and whatever she said	A
Was more sweet than the voice of the dove	J
Fair Hope that the lover so fondly believes	K
Then repeated each soul soothing speech	L
And touch'd with illusion that often deceives	K
The future with light as the sun through the leaves	K
Illumines the boughs of the beech	L
But once more the tempests of chill winter blow	H
To depress and disfigure the earth	M
And now ere the dawn the young woodman must go	H
To his work in the forest half buried in snow	H
And at night bring home wood for the hearth	N
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The bridge on the heath by the flood was wash'd down	D
And fast fell the sleet and the rain	O
The stream to a wild rapid river was grown	C
And long might the widow sit sighing alone	C
Ere sweet Phoebe could see her again	P
At the town was a market and now for supplies	K
Such as needed her humble abode	A
Young William went forth and his mother with sighs	K
Watch'd long at the window with tears in her eyes	K
Till he turn'd through the fields to the road	A
Then darkness came on and she heard with affright	A
The wind every moment more high	Q
She look'd from the door not a star lent its light	A
But the tempest redoubled the gloom of the night	A
And the rain pour'd in sheets from the sky	Q
The clock in her cottage now mournfully told	A
The hours that went heavily on	R
'Twas midnight her spirits sank hopeless and cold	A
And it seem'd as each blast of wind fearfully told	A
That long long would her William be gone	S
Then heart sick and cold to her sad bed she crept	A
Yet first made up the fire in the room	T
To guide his dark steps but she listen'd and wept	A
Or if for a moment forgetful she slept	A
Soon she started and thought he was come	U
'Twas morn and the wind with a hoarse sullen moan	C
Now seem'd dying away in the wood	A
When the poor wretched mother still drooping alone	C
Beheld on the threshold a figure unknown	C
In gorgeous apparel who stood	A
'Your son is a soldier ' abruptly cried he	V
'And a place in our corps has obtain'd	A
Nay be not cast down you perhaps may soon see	V
Your William a captain he now sends by me	V
The purse he already has gain'd '	-
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So William entrapp'd 'twixt persuasion and force	K
Is embark'd for the isles of the West	A
But he seem'd to begin with ill omens his course	K
And felt recollection regret and remorse	K
Continually weigh on his breast	A
With useless repentance he eagerly eyed	A
The high coast as it faded from view	F
And saw the green hills on whose northernmost side	A
Was his own silvan home and he falter'd and cried	A
'Adieu ah for ever adieu	F
'Who now my poor mother thy life shall sustain	O
Since thy son has thus left thee forlorn	W
Ah canst thou forgive me And not in the pain	O
Of this cruel desertion of William complain	O
And lament that he ever was born	W
'Sweet Phoebe if ever thy lover was dear	E
Now forsake not the cottage of woe	H
But comfort my mother and quiet her fear	E
And help her to dry up the vain fruitless tear	X
That too long for my absence will flow	H
'Yet what if my Phoebe another should wed	A
And lament her lost William no more '	-
The thought was too cruel and anguish now sped	A
The dart of disease With the brave numerous dead	A
He has fall'n on the plague tainted shore	Y
In the lone village church yard the chancel wall near	E
High grass now waves over the spot	A
Where the mother of William unable to bear	X
His loss who to her widow'd heart was so dear	E
Has both him and her sorrows forgot	A
By the brook where it winds through the wood of Arbeal	H
Or amid the deep forest to moan	C
The poor wandering Phoebe will silently steal	H
The pain of her bosom no reason can heal	H
And she loves to indulge it alone	C
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Her senses are injured her eyes dim with tears	K
She sits by the river and weaves	K
Reed garlands against her dear William appears	K
Then breathlessly listens and fancies she hears	K
His step in the half wither'd leaves	K
Ah such are the miseries to which ye give birth	M
Ye statesmen ne'er dreading a scar	Z
Who from pictured saloon or the bright sculptured hearth	N
Disperse desolation and death through the earth	M
When ye let loose the demons of war	Y

Charlotte Smith

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