XXVI.
By Jean Ingelow
Shelter at the last, a roof
Wrought of ling ( in their behoof,
Foresters, that drive the deer ).
What, and must they couch them here?
Ay, and ere the twilight fall
Gather forest berries small
And nuts down beaten for a meal.
By Jean Ingelow
Shelter at the last, a roof
Wrought of ling ( in their behoof,
Foresters, that drive the deer ).
What, and must they couch them here?
Ay, and ere the twilight fall
Gather forest berries small
And nuts down beaten for a meal.