OLD SHELLOVER

By Walter de la Mare

‘ Come!’ said Old Shellover.

‘ What?’ says Creep.

‘ The horny old Gardener's fast asleep;

The fat cock Thrush

To his nest has gone;

And the dew shines bright

In the rising Moon;

Old Sallie Worm from her hole doth peep:

Come!’ said Old Shellover.

‘ Aye!’ said Creep.