23. What hand but would a garland cull
For thee who art so beautiful?

24. And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe.

25. Whatever he knows and thinks, whatever in his apprehension is
worth doing, that let him communicate.

26. Rip Van Winkle was one of those foolish, well-oiled
dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown,
whichever can be got with least thought or trouble.


27. And will your mother pity me,
Who am a maiden most forlorn?

28. They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well.

29. I did remind thee of our own dear Lake,
By the old Hall which may be mine no more.

30. He sate him down, and seized a pen, and traced
Words which I could not guess of.

31. Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow:
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.