THERE are two roads near Joppa town And here I doubting stood,
For one went round the hill
The other thru the wood.
And if I took the winding road
’Twould lead me thru the mall,
Of noise and gossipers for which
I have no heart at all.
Sweet briar nodded from the hill,
The blue bells from the shade.
A purple me,
So in the wood I stayed.
A brooding bird and restless young,
Began to and .
And wonder in bird fashion what
I ever............