But the huts of the hamlet lie still and deep,
And the hills o’er their quiet a vigil keep:
Say what have ye found in the peasant’s cot,
Since last ye parted from that sweet spot?—
“A change we have found there—and many a change!
Faces and footsteps, and all things strange!
Gone are the heads of the silvery hair,
And the young that were have a brow of care,
And the place is hush’d where the children play’d—
Naught looks the same, save the nest we made!”