Most charming for to see.

They sat upon the dewy grass,
With buds and blossoms set.
And the shepherd played unto the lass,
Upon a flageolet.

It seemed to me as though it was
A very pleasant thing;
Particularly so because
The time of year was Spring.

But, O! the ground was damp, and so,
At least, I have been told,
The shepherd caught the lumbago,
The shepherdess, a cold.

My darling Child! the fact is
That the Poets often sing
Of those joys which in the practice
Are another sort of thing.

H. P.




[Illustration: YE TWO WISHES. This is a full page illustrated poem with
the angel and faggot-maker sitting together, the faggot-maker going into
the bottle, and the faggot-maker coming out again.]