And see, the matin lark mistakes, He quits the tufted green : Fond bird! 'tis not the morning breaks, Now lightsome o'er the level mead, For see, the rosy May draws nigh! Cunningham. THE MAD MAID'S SONG. GOOD-MORROW to the day so fair; Good-morrow, sir, to you; Good-morrow to this primrose too; That will with flow'rs the tomb bestrew, I'll seek him there! I know, ere this, But I will go, or send a kiss By you, sir, to awake him. Pray, hurt him not; though he be dead He's soft and tender-pray, take heed— With bands of cowslips bind him, And bring him home-but 'tis decreed That I shall never find him. Herrick. THE MAID IN BEDLAM. ONE morning very early, one morning in the spring, I heard a maid in Bedlam, who mournfully did sing, Her chains she rattled on her hands, while sweetly thus sung she, 'I love my love, because I know my love loves me. 'O, cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea, And cruel, cruel was the ship that bore my love from me! Yet I love his parents, since they're his, although they've ruin'd me, [me. And I love my love, because I know my love loves 'O, should it please the pitying pow'rs to call me to the sky, I'd claim a guardian angel's charge, around my love to fly; To guard him from all dangers, how happy should I be! [me. For I love my love, because I know my love loves 'I'll make a strawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine, With roses, lilies, daisies, I'll mix the eglantine, And I'll present it to my love, when he returns from sea; [me. For I love my love, because I know my love loves 'O, if I were a little bird to build upon his breast, Or if I were a nightingale to sing my love to rest! To gaze upon his lovely eyes all my reward should be! [me! For I love my love, because I know my love loves 'O, if I were an eagle to soar into the sky! I'd gaze around with piercing eyes where I my love might spy: But ah, unhappy maiden! that love you ne'er shall see: [me.' Yet I love my love, because I know my love loves Anonymous. COLIN TO THE WILLOW. [plain, To the brook and the willow, that heard him com- flow, And the waters shall rise to the brink with my woe. repair, Spread your downy wings o'er her, and make her your care; Let me be left restless, mine eyes never close, And the loss of my charmer the fates have decreed, Believe me, thon fair one, thou dear one, believe, SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. Of all the girls that are so smart, Her father he makes cabbage-nets, To such as please to buy 'em: She is the darling of my heart, When she is by, I leave my work, But, let him bang his belly fall, I'll bear it all for Sally; And she lives in our alley. Of all the days that's in the week, And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm dress'd all in my best, To walk abroad with Sally; My master carries me to church, I leave the church in sermon time, When Christmas comes about again, I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I would it were ten thousand pounds, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master and the neighbours all, ,, |