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 | An idyl of work |  |
One day they reached an inn upon a knoll
At noontide, hungering and tired, and there
For the good Wizard's welfare and their own,
They rested. In the low-ceiled dining-room,
Among the lingerers of the summer, sat
A lovely gray-haired woman, whose mild eyes
Looked welcome, and who led them with kind words,
After their meal, out under sheltering elms,
Where they could see strange peaks, invisible
From the home-cottage, ten good miles away.
At noontide, hungering and tired, and there
For the good Wizard's welfare and their own,
They rested. In the low-ceiled dining-room,
Among the lingerers of the summer, sat
A lovely gray-haired woman, whose mild eyes
Looked welcome, and who led them with kind words,
After their meal, out under sheltering elms,
Where they could see strange peaks, invisible
From the home-cottage, ten good miles away.
| An idyl of work | |