HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and Then downwards from the steep hill's edge And then an open field they crossed: They followed from the snowy bank Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! Yet some maintain that to this day That you may see sweet Lucy Gray O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. William Wordsworth. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. |