Or no-wing like their leader, and went on,
High over chimneys and chill rivers, north
By west till it was there—the rounded valley,
Green with new spring, where cattle bawled in barns
And people, patient, waited for hot June.
II
Daniel was mending fence, for it was May,
And early rains had painted the drear pastures.
He walked, testing the wire, and wished again
For his old pipe. He missed it, and grew moody.