And a gown of dusky red.
“So this is how ye spend the days
Wi’ never a wind to freshen ye—
Climb up the hill wi’ me, my lad,
An’ look—see what’s beyond!”
She laughed wi’ me, and shared sweet bread,
And waved a willow wand.
By green moonlight we climbed the hill
And reached the top at morn,
And then she stood on tip-toe there