Woefully Arrayed Again Poem by Tom Allport

A little fairy in a tree
Come be happy - sit near me
The World is ours 'til sunset
King and Queen of the Pelicans we
Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle
Say who is this with silvered hair
I saw God - do you doubt it
Fear no more the heat of the sun
Oh come my joy - my soldier boy
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Oh snatched away in beauty's bloom
Having been tenant long to a rich lord
I remember I remember
Riding adown the country lanes
When early morn walks forth in sober grey
Yes, I remember Adlestrop
When love with unconfined wings
Wilt thou never come again
My heart is like a singing bird
Cupid and my campaspe play'd
For a day and a night, love sang to us, played with us
How do I love thee let me count the ways
Mad Patsy said she said to me
Come live with me and be my love
Oh to be in England
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
Through Ebblesborne and Broad Chalke
The shades of night were falling fast
The wind flapped loose; the wind was still
The sea is calm tonight
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose
Away sad thoughts and teasing
I have had playmates; I have had companions
I met a traveller from an antique land
He thought he saw an elephant
Somewhere in Leather Lane
When I was one and twenty
Love bade me welcome
Yet my soul drew back
Oh mistress mine where are you roaming?
Earth has nothing anything to show more fair
Go lovely Rose
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Oh sing unto my roundelay
Wilt thou never come again
Life and thought have gone away
The embers of the day are red