She has a baby on her arm, Or else she were alone: And underneath the hay-stack warm, She talked and sung the woods among, II "Sweet babe! they say that I am mad 1 1820. III "A fire was once within my brain; IV "Suck, little babe, oh suck again ! Oh! press me with thy little hand; V "Oh! love me, love me, little boy! VI "Then do not fear, my boy! for thee And I will always be thy guide, VII "Thy father cares not for my breast, 'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest; 'Tis all thine own!—and, if its hue Be changed, that was so fair to view, 1 1832. I will be; 'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove! 55 70 VIII "Dread not their taunts, my little Life; I am thy father's wedded wife; And underneath the spreading tree If his sweet boy he could forsake, 75 80 IX "I'll teach my boy the sweetest things: I'll teach him how the owlet sings. My little babe! thy lips are still, And thou hast almost sucked thy fill. -Where art thou gone, my own dear child? 85 It never, never came from me : 90 90 I know the poisons of the shade ; Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away! 100 SIMON LEE, THE OLD HUNTSMAN; WITH AN INCIDENT IN WHICH HE WAS CONCERNED Composed 1798.-Published 1798 [This old man had been huntsman to the Squires of Alfoxden, which, at the time we occupied it, belonged to a minor. The old man's cottage stood upon the Common, a little way from the entrance to Alfoxden Park. But it had disappeared. Many other changes had taken place in the adjoining village, which I could not but notice with a regret more natural than well-considered. Improvements but rarely appear such to those who, after long intervals of time, revisit places they have had much pleasure in. It is unnecessary to add, the fact was as mentioned in the poem; and I have, after an interval of fortyfive years, the image of the old man as fresh before my eyes as if I had seen him yesterday. The expression when the hounds were out, I dearly love their voice,' was word for word from his own lips.-I. F.] This poem was classed among those of "Sentiment and Reflection."-ED. IN the sweet shire of Cardigan, * "For myself, I would rather have written The Mad Mother than all the works of all the Bolingbrokes and Sheridans, those brilliant meteors, that have been exhaled from the morasses of human depravity since the loss of Paradise." (S. T. C. to W. Godwin, 9th December 1800.) See William Godwin: his Friends and Contemporaries, vol. ii. p. 14.-ED. An old Man dwells, a little man,- 2 Full five-and-thirty 3 years he lived And still the centre of his cheek No man like him the horn could sound, 1 1827. In those proud days, he little cared To blither tasks did Simon rouse I've heard 2 In editions 1798 to 1815 the following is inserted : Of years he has upon his back, No doubt, a burthen weighty; He says he is three score and ten, But others say he's eighty. That's fair behind, and fair before; A long blue livery-coat has he, |