To Maurice Hewlett

"By E. A. P.      In the sad and sodden street,         To and fro,      Flit the fever-stricken feet      Of the freshers as they meet,"

"Small is my secret--let it pass--         Small in your life the share I had,     Who sat beside you in the class,         Awed by the bright s"

"Deep, Love, yea, very deep.          And in the dark exiled,     I have no sense of light but still to creep     And know the breast, b"

"Rudiments, Rudiments, and Rudiments!     'Thinketh one made them i' the fit o' the blues.     'Thinketh one made them with the 'tips' to match"

"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"