STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
The morn was bright, the steeds were light,
The wedding guests were gay;
Young Ellen stood within the wood
And watched them pass away.
She scarcely saw the gallant train,
The tear-drop dimmed her ee;
Unheard the maiden did complain
Beneath the Willow tree.
"O Robin, thou didst love me well,
Till on a bitter day
She came, the Lady Isabel,
And stole my Love away.
My tears are vain, I live again
In days that used to be,
When I could meet thy welcome feet
Beneath the Willow tree.
