That shivered in their casements light,
Like goblins' teeth on windy night.
But when the sun shone down the hill,
On smiling field and gushing rill,
And by the school-house danced the brook,
Through hidden course or leafy nook,
On shattered panes in casement light
Its summer rays streamed clear and bright.
Of pleasant ways and knowledge fair,
Blithe Alice Hill reigned mistress there,—