POEMS OF NATURE
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THE GREENWOOD TREE
William Shakespeare
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat— Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets— Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA
Allan Cunningham
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
"O for a soft and gentle wind!" I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the swelling breeze, And white waves heaving high: The white waves heaving high, my lads, The good ship tight and free;