Part 28

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Saturday change, and Sunday full, Is always wet, and always wull.

Northants.

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If mist's in the new moon, rain in the old; If mist's in the old moon, rain in the new.

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A fog and a small moon Bring an easterly wind soon.

Cornwall.

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If Saturday's moon Comes once in seven years, It comes too soon.

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FULL MOON.

The nearer to twelve in the afternoon, the drier the moon. The nearer to twelve in the forenoon, the wetter the moon.

Hereford.

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When the moon is at the full, Mushrooms you may freely pull; But when the moon is on the wane, Wait, ere you think to pluck again.

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The moon and the weather May change together; But change of the moon Does not change the weather; If we'd no moon at all, And that may seem strange, We still should have weather That's subject to change.

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MIDSUMMER FAIRIES.

The pastoral cowslips are our little pets, And daisy stars, whose firmament is green; Pansies, and those veiled nuns, meek violets, Sighing to that warm world from which they screen; And golden daffodils, plucked for May's queen; And lovely harebells, quaking on the heath; And hyacinth, long since a fair youth seen, Whose tuneful voice, turned fragrance in his breath, Kissed by sad zephyr, guilty of his death.

Hood.

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The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and the trees; There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo's sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky, Who would "go parading," In London "and masquerading," On such a night in June, With the beautiful soft half-moon, And all these innocent blisses? On such a night as this is!

Wordsworth.

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When the wind's in the south The rain's in its mouth.

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