Yestertide

And loudly to her lovers called, to leap To arms for her sore sake, that yestertide In her delight delighted, and drank deep Of her lascivious wine-cups, […]

Fair cooling spray, oh, lovely sea! / How maiden coy thy changing mood; / To-night thou'rt sweet with smiles for me, / Scarce yestertide I vainly wooed / Thy fretful features for a smile, / Naught could for me one thought beguile.