Love, strong as Death, is dead. Come, let us make his bed Among the dying flowers: A green turf at his head; And a stone at his feet,

Why were you born when the snow wa… You should have come to the cuckoo… Or when grapes are green in the cl… Or, at least, when lithe swallows… For their far off flying

She holds a lily in her hand, Where long ranks of Angels stand, A silver lily for her wand. All her hair falls sweeping down; Her hair that is a golden brown,

All the bells were ringing And all the birds were singing, When Molly sat down crying For her broken doll: O you silly Moll!

My baby has a mottled fist, My baby has a neck in creases; My baby kisses and is kissed, For he’s the very thing for kisses…

Young Love lies sleeping In May—time of the year, Among the lilies, Lapped in the tender light: White lambs come grazing,

She sat and sang alway By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play Beneath the glad sunbeam. I sat and wept alway

Strike the bells wantonly, Tinkle tinkle well; Bring me wine, bring me flowers, Ring the silver bell. All my lamps burn scented oil,

Our little baby fell asleep, And may not wake again For days and days, and weeks and w… But then he’ll wake again, And come with his own pretty look,

Winter is cold—hearted Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weather—cock Blown every way: Summer days for me

Mix a pancake, Stir a pancake, Pop it in the pan; Fry the pancake, Toss the pancake, —

Did any bird come flying After Adam and Eve, When the door was shut against the… And they sat down to grieve? I think not Eve’s peacock

I took my heart in my hand (O my love, O my love), I said: Let me fall or stand, Let me live or die, But this once hear me speak—

When fishes set umbrellas up If the rain—drops run, Lizards will want their parasols To shade them from the sun.