Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . ASSES Backward and forward, keeping watchOer his brazen bowls, such rogues to catch !And these, all and every one,The king judged, sitting in the sun. His councillors, on left and right,Looked anxious up,—but no surpriseDisturbed the kings old smiling the very blue had turned to said, a Python scared one dayThe breathless city, till he came,With forky tongue and eyes on flame,Where the old king sate to judge alway ;But when he saw the sweepy hair,Girt with a crown of berries rareWhich the God will hardly give to
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . ASSES Backward and forward, keeping watchOer his brazen bowls, such rogues to catch !And these, all and every one,The king judged, sitting in the sun. His councillors, on left and right,Looked anxious up,—but no surpriseDisturbed the kings old smiling the very blue had turned to said, a Python scared one dayThe breathless city, till he came,With forky tongue and eyes on flame,Where the old king sate to judge alway ;But when he saw the sweepy hair,Girt with a crown of berries rareWhich the God will hardly give to wearTo the maiden who singeth, dancing bareIn the altar-smoke by the pine-torch lights,At his wondrous forest rites,—Beholding this, he did not that threshold in the the old king smiling grace had kings when the world begun! The years at the spring,And days at the morn :Morning s at seven ;The hill-side s dew-pearled :The lark s on the wing ;The snails on the thorn ;God s in his heaven—Alls right with the world 10. THE years at the SPRING, \^
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