My Garden

"I bended unto me a bough of May,     That I might see and smell:     It bore it in a sort of way,     It bore it very well.     But, when I le"

"High stretched upon the swinging yard,     I gather in the sheet;     But it is hard     And stiff, and one cries haste.     Then He that is m"

""Lie there," I said, "my Sorrow! lie thou there!     And I will drink the lissome air,     And see if yet the heavens have gained their blue.""

"As I was carving images from clouds,     And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes     Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"