An evening calm and cool,
And four-and-twenty happy boys
Came bounding out of school;[1093]
There were some that ran, and some that leapt
Like troutlets in the pool.
Away[1094] they sped, with gamesome minds,
And souls untouched by sin;
To a level mead they came, and there
They drave the wickets in:
Pleasantly shone[1095] the setting sun