XXXIX THE HAYLOFT HROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side TH The grass grew shoulder-high, Till the shining scythes went far and wide And cut it down to dry. These green and sweetly smelling crops And they piled them here in mountain tops Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail, O what a joy to clamber there, O what a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, FAREWELL TO THE FARM HE coach is at the door at last; TH The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! To house and garden, field and lawn, The meadow-gates we swang upon, To pump and stable, tree and swing, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! And fare you well for evermore, Crack goes the whip, and off we go; The trees and houses smaller grow; Last, round the woody turn we swing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! XLI NORTH-WEST PASSAGE 1. GOOD NIGHT. W WHEN the bright lamp is carried in, O'er all without, in field and lane, Now we behold the embers flee Must we to bed indeed? Well then, Farewell, O brother, sister, sire! 2. SHADOW MARCH. All round the house is the jet-black night; Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum, And all round the candle the crooked shadows come, The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp, The shadow of the child that goes to bed All the wicked shadows coming tramp, tramp, tramp, With the black night overhead. Last, to the chamber where I lie There, safe arrived, we turn about Then, when mamma goes by to bed, |