Through lane it lay — through bramble —

Through lane it lay — thro' bramble —
Through clearing and thro' wood —
Banditti often passed us
Opon the lonely road.

The wolf came peering curious —
The Owl looked puzzled down —
The serpent's satin figure
Glid stealthily along —

The tempests touched our garments —
The lightning's poinards gleamed —
Fierce from the Crag above us
The hungry Vulture screamed —

The Satyr's fingers beckoned —
The Valley murmured "Come" —
These were the mates —
This was the road
These children fluttered home.