And tell me if thou knowest them all!
O son, O son, we are blithe and fain;
But the autumn drought, and the winter rain,
The frost and the snow, and St. David's wind,
All these that were, time out of mind,
All these a many times have been
Since thou the Upland Town hast seen."
Then never a word spake Goldilocks
Till they came adown from the wheaten shocks.
And there beside his love he stood