Chapter 13 In Summer

How the rooks caw, and their beaks seem to clank!

Let us just move out there,-(it might be cool

Under those trees,) and watch how the thick tank

By the old mill is black,-a stagnant pool

Of rot and insects. There goes by a lank

Dead hairy dog floating. Will Nature's rule

Of life return hither no more? The plank

Rots in the crus