John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

A Spy

  Sighed the languid Moon to the Morning Star:
  "O little maid, how late you are!"
  "I couldn't rise from my couch," quoth she,
  "While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me."

1. A Cavalcade
2. An Interview
3. Bicycles! Tricycles!
4. The Sun
5. At Cock-Crow

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