... IN BCHOOLDAYS. Still sits the schoolhouse by the toad. A ragged beggar sunning; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry-vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by rape offtcial; The warping floor, the battered seata ...

... a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the moon: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And her was out of doors. Her apples were sweet blackberries, Her currants pods o' broom; Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, Her book a churchyard tomb. Her brothers were the ...