Richard Forest's Midsummer Night.
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And listening sharp as she knits and knits;
Nothing unheard, nothing unseen;
Her work is not done with the set o' the sun,
And she never nods and she never dozes
Until her head in the bed reposes.
Nothing unheard, nothing unseen;
Her work is not done with the set o' the sun,
And she never nods and she never dozes
Until her head in the bed reposes.
Or else the dear old couple play
Some game they have played this thirty year;
Cribbage,—and how she pegs away!
Perhaps Don Pedro when I appear,
And Lucy and I must join and try
Which shall prove the more prompt and able,
Or youth or eld at the old oak-table.
Some game they have played this thirty year;
Cribbage,—and how she pegs away!
Perhaps Don Pedro when I appear,
And Lucy and I must join and try
Which shall prove the more prompt and able,
Or youth or eld at the old oak-table.
But Lucy, Lucy, where is She?
Not in the garden, not at the gate,
Not in the porch a-looking for me,
Not at the parlour-lattice in wait!
Can she sew or read and take no heed
How the stars are bright and the moon is shining,
And I am without here longing and pining?
Not in the garden, not at the gate,
Not in the porch a-looking for me,
Not at the parlour-lattice in wait!
Can she sew or read and take no heed
How the stars are bright and the moon is shining,
And I am without here longing and pining?
O Lucy, Lucy! can you dream
O'er the loves in a book with your own Love near?—
Out from the back-shade darts a gleam;
Lucy is here! Lucy is here!
Dancing light in her eyes of a wicked surprise,
O'er the loves in a book with your own Love near?—
Out from the back-shade darts a gleam;
Lucy is here! Lucy is here!
Dancing light in her eyes of a wicked surprise,
