'"
So they gat in
To pray till nine;
Then called, "Come maids, true maids, away!
Kiss and begone,
Ha' done, ha' done,
Until another day
With love, and love to stray!"
Oh, it were best
If so to rest
Went man and maid in peace away!
The throes a heart
May make to smart
Unless love have his way,
In April woods to stray!--
In April woods to stray!
And that finished with another burst of laughter, he set very adroitly
to the mimicry of beasts and birds upon his frets. Never have I seen
a face so consummately the action's. His every fibre answered to the
call; his eyebrows twitched like an orator's; his very nose was
plastic.
"Hst!" he cried softly; "hither struts chanticleer!"
"Cock-a-diddle-doo!" crowed the wire. "Now, prithee, Dame Partlett!"
and down bustled a hen from an egg like cinnamon. A cat with kittens
mewed along the string, anxious and tender.
"A woodpecker," he cried, directing momentarily a sedulous, clear eye
on me. And lo, "inviolable quietness" and the smooth beech-boughs!
"And thus," he said, sitting closer, "the martlets were wont to
whimper about the walls of the castle of Inverness, the castle of
Macbeth.
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