With the fragrance of the hay;

Where at eve the cows were lowing

Answer to the milkmaid’s cry;

And, with hens about him, proudly

Sultan Spurs came strutting by;

Where the horses, in the pasture,

On the fence’s topmost rail,

Crossed their necks and loudly whinnied,

Some tired traveller’s horse to hail;

Where the rooting swine at footsteps