Excerpt from Lady-Bird, Vol. 1 of 3: A Tale Come to the woods in whose mossy dells A light all made for the poet dwells There is light, there is youth, there is tameless mirth Where the streams and the lilies they wear have birth. Joyous and free Shall your wanderings be As the flight of birds o'er the glittering sea. Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come, Where the violets lie may be now your home Away from the chamber and the sullen hearth The young winds are dancing in breezy mirth. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.