William Bell Scott

1812-1890.

Parting and Meeting Again.

L

ast time I parted from my Dear

The linnet sang from the briar-bush,

The throstle from the dell;

The stream too carolled full and clear,

It was the spring-time of the year,

And both the linnet and the thrush

I love them well

Since last I parted from my Dear.

But when he came again to me

The barley rustled high and low,

Linnet and thrush were still;

Yellowed the apple on the tree,

’T was autumn merry as it could be,

What time the white ships come and go

Under the hill;

They brought him back again to me,

Brought him safely o’er the sea.