My aged friend, Miss Wilkinson,
Whose mother was a Lambe,
Saw Wordsworth once, and Coleridge too,
One morning in her pram.
(This was a three-wheeled vehicle
Of Iron and of wood;
It had a leather apron,
But it hadn't any hood.)
Bird-like the bards stooped over her
Like fledgling in a nest;
And Wordsworth said, 'Thou harmless babe!'
And Coleridge was impressed.
The pretty thing gazed up and smiled,
And softly murmered, 'Coo!'
William was then aged sixty-four
And Samuel sixty-two.