She'd a rose in her bonnet, and oh! she looked sweet

As the little pink flower that grows in the

wheat,

With her cheeks like a rose and her lips like a cherry

"And sure but you're welcome to Twickenham Town.”

Ahoy! and Oho!" You're too late for the ferry ;

(The brier's in bud and the sun has gone down ;)

And he's not rowing quick and he's not rowing steady,—

It seems quite a journey to Twickenham Town.

"Ahoy! and Oho!" you may call as you

will:

The young moon is rising o'er Petersham

Hill;

And with Love like a rose in the stern of

the wherry,

There's danger in crossing to Twickenham Town.

To Sleep

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure
sky:

I've thought of all by turns, and yet do lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first utter'd from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away :

Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

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