Just as the twig is bent, the tree’s inclined.
—Alexander Pope.
GOOD-NIGHT AND GOOD-MORNING.
A fair little girl sat under the tree
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
And said, “Dear work, good-night, good-night!”
Such a number of rooks came over her head
Crying, “Caw, caw!” on their way to bed;