Incantations

OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.

                        No.

Give them me. Give them me.

                        No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,

Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,

Better than voices of winds that sing,

Better than any man’s fair daughter,

Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I desire them.

                        No.

I will howl in a deep lagoon

For your green glass beads, I love them so.

Give them me. Give them.

                        No. 

'Strange Meetings' Poems by Harold Monro

JENNY KISSED ME

Jenny kissed me when we met,

Jumping from the chair she sat it.

Time, you thief who loves to get

Sweets into your list, put that in.

Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,

Say that health and wealth have missed me.

Say I'm growing old, but add,

Jenny kissed me.

                                         by Leigh Hunt.