Here They Lie.

""Come, surly fellow, come!    A song!"          What, madmen?    Sing to you?      Choose from the clouded tales of wrong          And terror"

"And have we done with War at last?     Well, we've been lucky devils both,     And there's no need of pledge or oath     To bind our lovely fri"

"Father is quite the greatest poet     That ever lived anywhere.     You say you're going to write great music,     I chose that first: it's un"

"Restless and hot two children lay          Plagued with uneasy dreams,      Each wandered lonely through false day          A twilight torn"

"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"