LONGLEGS

Longlegs — he yelled‘ Coo-ee!’

And all across the combe

Shrill and shrill it rang — rang through

The clear green gloom.

Fairies there were a-spinning,

And a white tree-maid

Lifted her eyes, and listened

In her rain-sweet glade.

Bunnie to bunnie stamped; old Wat

Chin-deep in bracken sate;

A throstle piped,‘ I'm by, I'm by!’

Clear to his timid mate.

And there was Longlegs, straddling,

And hearkening was he,

To distant Echo thrilling back

A thin‘ Coo-ee!’