Deid.What hath happed?
Ch. We went forth as ye bade, and all together
Ran down the hill, the straightest way we might,
Into the copse, and lo! ’twas as thou saidst;
The hazels are all felled, but on the ground,
That ’neath the straight trunks of the airy trees
Lies in the spotted sunlight, are upsprung
Countless anemones, white, red, and blue,
In the bright glade. Forgetting why we came,
We fell to gathering these. I chose the blue,