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One day (it was a Friday) they were thus
Roaming about, and playing hide and seek,
Spring-time was near, and all the noisy rooks
Were busy with their nests,—the day was fine,
And on the leafless trees the little buds
Were green with tender promises of spring.
The old house seemed to wear a brighter look,
The shutters were unbarr'd, an agèd man,
A gardener, was passing to and fro
Rolling the gravel walks;—some carpets hung
Upon the garden-gate;—the breath of life
Seem'd once more waking with the budding spring;
A groom rode by them on a chestnut horse,
They look'd, and saw that ev'ry chimney smoked,
And Constance said, “He must be coming home.”
Roaming about, and playing hide and seek,
Spring-time was near, and all the noisy rooks
Were busy with their nests,—the day was fine,
And on the leafless trees the little buds
Were green with tender promises of spring.
The old house seemed to wear a brighter look,
The shutters were unbarr'd, an agèd man,
A gardener, was passing to and fro
Rolling the gravel walks;—some carpets hung
Upon the garden-gate;—the breath of life
Seem'd once more waking with the budding spring;
A groom rode by them on a chestnut horse,
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And Constance said, “He must be coming home.”
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