Beside its banks were wont to graze
Now viewed the scene in mild amaze,
And, huddled on an island mound,
Sent forth so dolorous a sound
As made the sadness more profound.
And then—at last—one Sunday broke
When villagers, delighted, woke
To find the sun had flung its cloak
Of leaden-coloured cloud aside.
All jubilant they watched him ride,