Throughlaneitlay

Through lane it lay -- through bramble --

Through clearing and through wood --

Banditti often passed us

Upon the lonely road.

The wolf came peering curious --

The owl looked puzzled down --

The serpents satin figure

Glid stealthily along --

The tempests touched our garments --

The lightnings poinards gleamed --

Fierce from the Crag above us

The hungry Vulture screamed --

The satyrs fingers beckoned --

The valley murmured Come --

These were the mates --

This was the road

Those children fluttered home.