Past the hills that peep
Where the leaze is smiling
On and on beguiling
Crisply-cropping sheep;
Under boughs of brushwood
Linking tree and tree
In a shade of lushwood
There caressed we!

Hemmed by city walls
That outshut the sunlight
In a foggy dun light
Where the footstep falls
With a pit-pat wearisome
In its cadency
On the flagstones drearisome
There pressed we!

Where in wild-winged crowds
Blown birds show their whiteness
Up against the lightness
Of the clammy clouds;
By thе random river
Pushing to the sea
Undеr bents that quiver
There shall rest we