Page:Lyrical ballads, Volume 2, Wordsworth, 1800.djvu/73

65 "To-night will be a stormy night,

You to the Town must go,

And take a lantern, Child, to light

Your Mother thro' the snow."

"That, Father! will I gladly do;

'Tis scarcely afternoon—

The Minster-clock has just struck two,

And yonder is the Moon."

At this the Father rais'd his hook

And snapp'd a faggot-band;

He plied his work, and Lucy took

The lantern in her hand.

Not blither is the mountain roe,

With many a wanton stroke

Her feet disperse the powd'ry snow

That rises up like smoke.