A stillness crept about the house,
At evenfall, in noon-tide glare;
Upon the silent hills looked forth
The many-windowed House of Quair.
The peacock on the terrace screamed;
Browsed on the lawn the timid hare;
The great trees grew i' the avenue,
A stillness crept about the house,
At evenfall, in noon-tide glare;
Upon the silent hills looked forth
The many-windowed House of Quair.
The peacock on the terrace screamed;
Browsed on the lawn the timid hare;
The great trees grew i' the avenue,