WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
There, straight and tall, the hazel twig Divides the crooked rock-held fig, O'er the blue pebbles where the rill In winter runs and may run still. Come then, while fresh and calm the air, And while the shepherds are not there.' e. But 1 would rather go when they Sit round about and sing and play. Then why so hurry me? for you Like play and song, and shepherds too. . I like the shepherds very well, And song and play, as you can tell. But there is play, 1 sadly fear, And song I would not have you hear.
Leuciffe. What can it? What can it be?
Alctfhron. To you may none of them repeat
The play that you have play'd with me, The song that made your bosom beat.
Leucippe. Don't keep your arm about my waist.
Alctfhron. Might you not stumble?
Leunffe. Well then, do.
But why are we in all this haste?
Alcifhron. To sing. Leuci'p'fe. Alas' and not play too?
5#o Dirce
^TAND close aiound, ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat convey'd' Or Charon, seeing, may forget That he is old and she a shade.
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