It said, “The long day’s night is near,
Mistress, may I rest me here?”
Needed but to raise the rein,
Merrily you trode again.
All strange places made your home,
You ne’er demeaned you as a stranger,
Wont in confidence to come,
Pawing joy to rack and manger.
Plebeian horses shrank aloof
From my small steed’s indignant hoof.