Comic Verse-2

On Reading Wordsworth Again
To Lucy ‘mong the untrodden ways,
Said the lad, ‘I get a kick out of you,’-
Never mind him; let him go.
You are more of a violet
By a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye.
Here, take this shot of rye.
No motion has she now, no force
Stone drunk on my rye
Beside the springs of Dove.
benny

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