I hear her! As then the child’s voice clear and high, sweet and merry,
Now she mocks the man’s tone with “Hie over! Hie over the ferry!”
“And, Katie.” “And, Katie.” “Art out with the glow-worms to-night,
My Katie?” “My Katie!” For gladness I break into laughter
And tears. Then it all comes again as from far-away years;
Again, some one else—oh, how softly!—with laughter comes after,
Comes after—with laughter comes after.
—Jean Ingelow.
Roderick Lee.
This is a wild, lone valley, and the road that threads it through