How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks!

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)