But like a dream which vanishes, so vanished were they all.
When Lucy sees, and only sees, three crows upon a bough,
And earthly twigs, and bushes hidden white in driven snow,
Then 'O!' said Lucy, 'three times three is nine—I plainly see
Some witch has been a-walking in the fields in front of me.'
THE ENGLISHMAN
I met a sailor in the woods,
A silver ring wore he,
His hair hung black, his eyes shone blue,