Such days are gone and over now.
I only mean to see the fun.”
His mattock he behind the door,
And hedging gloves, again replaced;
And looked across the yellow moor,
And urged his tottering spouse to haste.
The day was up, the air serene,
The firmament without a cloud;
The bees hummed o’er the level green,
Where knots of trembling cowslips bowed.