Doth the sound of a slow vesper chime.
We have been friends together, this old mill and I,
Yes, friends that are true, tried, and strong;
If over us gather a gray winter sky
We faced it sometimes with a song,
Or braved it in silence, scarce knowing why,
As together we labored along.
I fancy sometimes as I sit here alone
With the calm of the night in my heart,
When from the low roof the pigeons have flown,