Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

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Who totters forth, wrapt in a gauzy veil,

Out of her chamber, led by the insane

And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,

The moon arose up in the murky east,

A white and shapeless mass.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

452

WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING

So, we'll go no more a-roving

So late into the night,