Keeping sweet the cream-pan; and there the boys from school,
Cricketing below, rush’d brown and red with sunshine;
O the dark translucence of the deep-eyed cool!
Spying from the farm, herself she fetched a pitcher
Full of milk, and tilted for each in turn the beak.
Then a little fellow, mouth up and on tiptoe,
Said, “I will kiss you:” she laughed and lean’d her cheek.
G. Meredith (Love in the Valley).