Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
Half their dew would dry,
When they spied her peeping:
A poet could not be but gay,
Afterwards, when both were wives
Longed to buy fruit to comfort her,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
And then come back to it and begin over.
The voice and stir
She never caught again the goblin cry:
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
Half their dew would dry,
When they spied her peeping:
A poet could not be but gay,
Afterwards, when both were wives
Longed to buy fruit to comfort her,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
And then come back to it and begin over.
The voice and stir
She never caught again the goblin cry: