Mingled with the earth and stones,
Hidden by the noxious herbage,
Were the weather-whitened bones.
On the branches of the maples
Sat the houseless cocks, and crowed;
In the forest’s dark recesses
Starveling watch-dogs made abode.
Through the copse-wood, snorting, scampered
Herds of wild and savage swine;
And with yellow deer there wandered