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, Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end; 311 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 312 MY PLAID AWA' "My plaid awa', my plaid awa', And ore the hill and far awa', And far awa' to Norrowa, 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, He blowes it where he lyketh best. "My plaid awa', my plaid awa', And ore the hill and far awa'." 313 BUCKEE BENE BUCKEE, Buckee, biddy Bene, Is the goosey gone to nest? And the foxy gone to rest? 314 WHAT'S IN THERE? FAHT'S in there? Gold and money. 1 Fahr's my share o't? The moosie ran awa' wi't. Fahr's the moosie? 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. Back a Burnie's hill. Fahr's the sun? Heigh, heigh up i' the air!" 315 1 Where's THE WEE WEE MAN As I was wa'king all alone, Between a water and a wa', And there I spy'd a Wee Wee Man, His legs were scarce a shathmont's length |