By a look that the board did not heavily groan
With all dainties the world could boast.
A heartless echo now only sounds
From rafter back to sill,
When I call as I did—was it yesterday?—
To Rachel and Tom and Will.
It seems that each beam sadly sighs with me
For the days we were wont to play,
Safe from temptation (you guarded us well,
Old barn,) on the new-mown hay!