VI.
The sun is in hiding, Or frozen its beam On the peaks where he lingers, On the glens, where the singers,[91] With their bills and small fingers Are raking the stream, Or picking the midstead For forage--and scream.
The sun is in hiding, Or frozen its beam On the peaks where he lingers, On the glens, where the singers,[91] With their bills and small fingers Are raking the stream, Or picking the midstead For forage--and scream.