Dog, drive them dangy red ones down away on up."
Some heavy hours went by before he rose.
He went out of the house into the grass,
Down which the wind flowed much as water flows;
The daffodils bowed down to let it pass.
At the brook's edge a boggy bit there was,
Right at the field's north corner, near the bridge,
Fenced by a ridge of earth; he sat upon the ridge,
Watching the water running to the sea,
Watching the bridge, the stile, the path beyond,