Followed their pattering feet.
The swallows, twittering in the air,
Seemed sharers in the general gladness;
The stares from oak and beach and elm,
Chattered in merry madness.
Across the drawbridge, as I gazed,
A merry, laughing cavalcade,
With dogs in leash and hawk on hand,
Dashed madly down the glade.
Among them, stateliest of them all,