... their patient noses on the ledge of pailing; by bramhly copses, where fairies might ravel of summer twilights on nuts and blackberries, couched the red light of the west. Now some cold glimpse of the river, dragging its leaden current between white hanks ...

... Glittering her eye. They have roamed the meadow, They have roamed the wood, Seeking nuts and blackberries. For tbeir pleasant food. With their nnls and blackberries And lamps bread and cheese. On mossy hedge bank, Now they sit esse. Drinking from the brooklet ...