296 y THE PIMPERNEL. You're shut up in spite, For the blue sky is bright. To more credulous people your warnings pray tell. "Stay at home!" quoth the flower. "In sooth, not I! I'll don my straw hat with a silken tie; O'er my neck so fair White, chequered with pink; And then, let me think— I'll consider my gown, for I'd fain look well. " So saying, she stepped o'er the pimpernel. Now, the wise little flower, wrapped safe from harm, Lay folded up tight; Her red rope so bright, Though 'broidered with purple and starred with gold, The fair maiden then donned her best array, But scarce had she gone Ere the storm came on, She cried oft and again, "Oh, would I had heeded that boding flower, Now, maidens, the tale that I tell would say, TWAMLEY. LONDON: FRINTED BY J. O. CLARKE, 3, RAQUET COURT, and 121, FLEET STREET. CA BODI |