9
A lass and her lover were warned by the sky
Not to wander too far where no shelter was nigh.
She lingered behind, and drew an old church,
St. Andrew by name, and was left in the lurch.
She tried a short cut through the park on the grass,
But sternly the warden forbade her to pass.
Then helplessly stood the disconsolate maid,
When the lad she was soon to wed ran to her aid.
10
When weather smiles, and sunbeams play
On flowers that wreathe and deck the green,
Whate’er can match the scene so gay
Whereat they crown the May-day queen?
11
’Tis said of William, while his forces rested
On Albion’s shores, when Harold had been bested,
He made the shoers of his horses fuse
Saxon spear-heads, to fashion into shoes.