THE MAD MAIDEN'S SONG. 165 THE MAD MAIDEN'S SONG. GOOD-MORROW to the day so fair, Good-morrow, sir, to you; Good-morrow to mine own torn hair, Good-morrow to this primrose, too; That will with flowers the tomb bestrew Ah, woe is me-woe, woe is me, I'll seek him in your bonnet brave; I'll seek him there! I know ere this The cold, cold earth doth shake him; But I will go, or send a kiss By you, sir, to awake him. 166 THE MAD MAIDEN'S SONG. Pray hurt him not; though he be dead, He's soft and tender, pray take heed; R. Herrick. MAD SONG. 167 MAD SONG. "THE wild winds weep, And the night is a-cold; Come hither, sleep, And my griefs enfold!.. And the rustling beds of dawn Lo! to the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught, My notes are driven: They strike the ear of Night, Make weep the eyes of Day; They make mad the roaring winds And with tempests play. Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd, And with night do go; I turn my back to the East From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain." W. Blake. 168 ARIEL'S SONG. ARIEL'S SONG. WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; On the bat's back do I fly After sunset merrily: Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough! W. Shakespeare. A FAIRY'S SONG. OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Thorough flood, thorough fire, THE FAIRY QUEEN. 169 THE FAIRY QUEEN. COME follow, follow me, Come follow Mab your queene. When mortals are at rest, Upon a mushroome's head The brains of nightingales, Tailes of wormes, and marrow of mice, |