John Taylor "The Water Poet"

As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.

As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.

Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.

Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.

Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.

Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.

His essences turn the live air sick.

His essences turn the live air sick.

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a read more

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and
drained.