SHELTER As lately I wound up the slope, along under The trees, where the cows lay asleep all asunder, The two woods in the gloom, When may-leaves were green, And the thorn was in bloom. The wind, as along in the lea I did wander, Till once more his sight Might behold, in the grounds, Dewy morning's red light, And should hear the day's sounds. And there, as the wind-blasts might sweep on, and ramble With its high-swelling roar, Were all guides to my door. BY NEIGHBOURS' DOORS As up on trees' high limbs, The western sunshine glowed, And down by river brims The wind-blown ripples flowed, There we did seek the tun Where evening smoke rose grey, While dells begun to miss the light of day. The mother-holden child, Before the gate, would spring, And crow, and struggle wild At sight of birds on wing; And home-bound men would shout And make their game, before The girls come out in clusters at the door. |