Without hat—left on the fell;
A pedestrian sought, with a tottering gait,
Refreshment at this hotel.
He'd walked a long and weary way,
O'er mountain-top and moor;
And thus he mused, mid'st wind and rain,
As he approached the door.
"I walk! walk! walk!
First climbing hills, and then down
Where the people are not to be seen,