Disconsolate and holy, While friends he'd known long since had grown Papas and roly-poly. 

 Until one day, one blessed day, A-moping like a Hindoo, He saw Kathleen in mournful mien A-passing by his window. 

 He threw away his rosary, His Paters and his Aves; For love is stronger than the wind That wafts a thousand navies. 

 The holy man went forth to war, But not against the devil. He led the maid within for shade, And treated her most civil. 

 He gave her cakes, he gave her wine, He set his best before her; And then invited her to dine-- Thenceforth--with her adorer. 

 Her little head went round for joy; She tried to kick the rafter: So Kavin was a saint no more, And happy ever after. 

IN THE WAYLAND WILLOWS.

 Once I met a soncy maid, Soncy maid, soncy maid, Once I met a soncy maid In the Wayland willows. 

  All her hair was goldy brown, Goldy brown, goldy brown, In the sun a single braid To her waist hung down. 

 Honey bees, honey bees, You are roving fellows! Idly went the doxy wind In the Wayland willows. 

 There I caught her eye a-dance, Through the catkins downy. "Heigho, Brownie-pate," said I; "Heigho," said my Brownie. 

 Then I kissed my soncy maid, Soncy maid, soncy maid, Kissed and kissed my soncy maid In the Wayland willows. 

 Goldy eyes and goldy hair, And little gypsy bosom, Chin and lip and shoulder tip, Blossom after blossom! 

 Hand in hand and cheek by cheek All the morning weather! How the yellow butterflies Danced and winked together! 

 Till the day went down the hill Where the shadows waded. "Heigho, Soncy!" "Heigho, me!" Then I did as day did. 

  All her tousled beauty bright And teasing as before, I left her there in sweet despair, A soncy maid no more. 

WHEN I WAS TWENTY.

 It was June, and I was twenty. All my wisdom, poor but plenty, Never learned Festina lente. Youth is gone, but whither went he? 

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