Now on the mountain morning laughed with light—
With light and all the future in her face,
For there she looked on many a far-off place
And wild adventurous sight,
For which the mad young autumn wind hallooed with might
And dared the roaring mill-brook to the race,
Where blue-jays screamed beyond the pine-dark pool—
“To school!—To school!”
Blackcoated, Eben took the barefoot trail,
Holding with wary hand his Sunday boots;