“Love had he seen in huts where poor men lie.”
Wordsworth.
THE COTTAGE GIRL.
A child beside a hamlet’s fount at play,
Her fair face laughing at the sunny day;
A gush of waters tremulously bright,
Kindling the air to gladness with their light;
And a soft gloom beyond of summer trees,
Darkening the turf; and, shadow’d o’er by these,
A low, dim, woodland cottage—this was all!