 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
A hind gone forth;
Gathered dry sticks and stover, his arms' full; casts
Them down, in the winds eye: and, kindled sparks,
The climbing flame, amidst his crackling heap,
Upblows; which all-embracing, licketh up
The turf. That soon out-blowing, bitter reek;
This herdfolk deem, should drive away the brieze.
Left then their barking curs to mind the stock;
(Those course oft out, whiles these together stoop:)
Tall grooms, with unkempt glibs, all reverent dofft
Their hoods, now 'sembled round the shepherds' sire;
Attend their fathers giving-thanks to hear;
Before noon meat.
Gathered dry sticks and stover, his arms' full; casts
Them down, in the winds eye: and, kindled sparks,
The climbing flame, amidst his crackling heap,
Upblows; which all-embracing, licketh up
The turf. That soon out-blowing, bitter reek;
This herdfolk deem, should drive away the brieze.
Left then their barking curs to mind the stock;
(Those course oft out, whiles these together stoop:)
Tall grooms, with unkempt glibs, all reverent dofft
Their hoods, now 'sembled round the shepherds' sire;
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Before noon meat.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |