And I want to spin another—
A little sheet for Mary’s bed,
And an apron for her mother!’
“And with that I could not help but laugh,
And I laughed out loud and free;
And then on the top of the Caldon-Low
There was no one left but me.
“And all, on the top of the Caldon-Low,
The mists were cold and gray,
And nothing I saw but the mossy stones