310 TOM O' BEDLAM THE moon's my constant mistress, And the night-crow, make Me music to my sorrow. I know more than Apollo; For oft, when he lies sleeping, I behold the stars At mortal wars, And the rounded welkin weeping. The moon embraces her shepherd, And the Queen of Love her warrior; The stars of the morn, And the next the heavenly farrier. With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander: With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander; With a Knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to Tourney: Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end; 311 312 THE NIGHT-PIECE HER Eyes the Glow-worme lend thee, Whose little eyes glow, Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No will-o'-th'-Wispe mis-light thee; Not making a stay, Since Ghost ther's none to affright thee. Let not the darke thee cumber; Will lend thee their light, Like Tapers cleare without number... ROBERT HERRICK MY PLAID AWA' "My plaid awa', my plaid awa', My plaid shall not be blown awa'." The elphin knight sits on yon hill, Ba, ba, lilli ba, He blowes it east, he blowes it west, 313 BUCKEE BENE BUCKEE, Buckee, biddy Bene, 314 Is the goosey gone to nest? WHAT'S IN THERE? FAHT'S in there? Gold and money. Fahr's my share o't? The moosie ran awa' wi't. In her hoosie. Fahr's her hoosie? In the wood. Fahr's the wood? The fire burnt it. The water quenched it. The broon bull drank it. The sun meltit it. Fahr's the sun? Heigh, heigh up i' the air!" 315 1 Where's His legs were scarce a shathmont's length |