Page:Poems of nature, Thoreau, 1895.djvu/136

 THE DEPARTURE

this roadstead I have ridden,

In this covert I have hidden;

Friendly thoughts were cliffs to me,

And I hid beneath their lea.

This true people took the stranger,

And warm-hearted housed the ranger;

They received their roving guest,

And have fed him with the best;

Whatsoe'er the land afforded

To the stranger's wish accorded;