Page:Lyrical ballads, Volume 2, Wordsworth, 1800.djvu/16

8 PART SECOND.

The moving accident is not my trade.

To curl the blood I have no ready arts;

'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade,

To pipe a simple song to thinking hearts.

As I from Hawes to Richmond did repair,

It chanc'd that I saw standing in a dell

Three aspins at three corners of a square,

And one, not four yards distant, near a well.

What this imported I could ill divine,

And, pulling now the rein my horse to stop,

I saw three pillars standing in a line,

The last stone pillar on a dark hill-top.