For short the day, and sudden was the change
From light to darkness, and the way was strange:
Our hero soon grew peevish, then distress’d;
He dreaded darkness, and he sigh’d for rest:
Going, they pass’d a village; but alas!
Returning saw no village to repass;
The ’Squire remember’d too a noble hall,
Large as a church, and whiter than its wall:
This he had noticed as they rode along,
And justly reason’d that their road was wrong,