A SPY
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SIGHED the languid Moon to the Morning Star: "O little maid, how late you are!" "I couldn't rise from my couch," quoth she, "While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me." |
A LAMENT
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"O LADY CLOUD, why are you weeping?" I said. "Because," she made answer, "my rain-beau is dead." |
FERN SONG
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DANCE to the beat of the rain, little Fern, And spread out your palms again, And say, "Tho' the sun Hath my vesture spun, He had laboured, alas, in vain, But for the shade That the Cloud hath made, And the gift of the Dew and the Rain." Then laugh and upturn All your fronds, little Fern, And rejoice in the beat of the rain! |