SUMMER EVE. That, soon as loosed booms with full twang away,— Scared from the shallows by my passing tread. The treacherous surface, while the quick-eyed trout GRAHAME. SUMMER EVE. Down the sultry arc of day The burning wheels have urged their way, 75 The barn is still,-the master's gone, And thresher puts his jacket on ; The milk is settled in the pans, And supper messes in the cans; In the hovel carts are wheeled, And both the colts are drove a-field: The horses are all bedded up, And the ewe is with the tup. The snare for Mister Fox is set, Are set, to eat their supper mess; SUMMER EVE. And little Tom and roguish Kate The pale-eyed moon is mounted high. Sees shutters fast, the mastiff out; And nought from thieves or fire to fear; And join the general troop of sleep. KIRKE WHITE. 77 |