Epeisodia

PAST the hills that peepWhere the leaze is smiling,On and on beguilingCrisply-cropping sheep;Under boughs of brushwoodLinking tree and treeIn a shade of lushwood,There caressed we!

Hemmed by city wallsThat outshut the sunlight,In a foggy dun light,Where the footstep fallsWith a pit-pat wearisomeIn its cadencyOn the flagstones drearisomeThere pressed we!

Where in wild-winged crowdsBlown birds show their whitenessUp against the lightnessOf the clammy clouds;By the random riverPushing to the sea,Under bents that quiverThere rest we.