21. The Pilgrim
For an Album

THERE stray'd awhile, amid the woods of Dart,
   One who could love them, but who durst not love.
A vow had bound him, ne'er to give his heart
   To streamlet bright, or soft secluded grove.
   'Twas a hard humbling task, onwards to move
His easy-captured eyes from each fair spot,
   With unattach'd and lonely step to rove
O'er happy meads, which soon its print forgot:—
Yet kept he safe his pledge, prizing his pilgrim-lot.

July 21, 1831.

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