240 UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. "Make it as wild as a frightened bird, As crazy as a bee, With a noise like the baby's funny laugh; - ROSE TERRY UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. SHAKESPEARE. I met a little cottage-girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, Her eyes were bright, and very fair "Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wond'ring looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 240 UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. "Make it as wild as a frightened bird, As crazy as a bee, With a noise like the baby's funny laugh; ROSE TERRY UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. SHAKESPEARE. I met a little cottage-girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, Her eyes were bright, and very fair "Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" - "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wond'ring looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 244 THE STRANGE CHILD'S CHRISTMAS. THE STRANGE CHILD'S CHRISTMAS. There went a stranger child, As Christmas Eve closed in, Through the streets of a town, whose windows shone With the warmth and light within. It stopped at every house, The Christmas-tree to see On that festive night, when they shone so bright - Then wept the child, and said, A Christmas-tree, that he glad may be, "Ah! when I lived at home, From brother's and sister's hand I had my share, but there's none to care But to see the light, and the tree all bright, |