To His Love.

"Girls, we love you, and love         Asks you to give again      That which draws it above,         Beautiful, without stain.      Give us w"

"I.      Dead in the sheep-pen he lies,         Wrapped in an old brown sail.      The smiling blue sea and the skies         Know not sorrow no"

"Here to the parks they come,         The scourings of the town,      Like weary wounded animals         Seeking where to lie them down."

"You tell me these great lords have raised up Art:      I say they have degraded it. Look you,      When ever did they let the poet sing,"

"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"