The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, 'The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 20 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, |
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, 'The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 20 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, |