A quiet treeless nook, with two green fields,[BW]
A liquid pool that glittered in the sun,[BX]
And one bare dwelling; one abode, no more![BY]
It seemed the home of poverty and toil,
Though not of want: the little fields, made green
By husbandry of many thrifty years,
Paid cheerful tribute to the moorland house.
—There crows the cock, single in his domain:
The small birds find in spring no thicket there
To shroud them; only from the neighbouring vales