406 SKETCHES IN RHYME. 



Thus she ; with teeth a-chatter, 



He promised. Frorn the room 

 She rode off on a moonbeam, 



And left the place in gloom. 

 The chestnut burrs turned feathers, 



To down the nails w^ere wrought, 

 He slept the just man's slumbers. 



Till day its duty brought. 



Then he geared his long-eared comrades, 



And the cocoa shell conveyed 

 To the nook beside the roadway, 



Where the bubbling fountain played. 

 A weight was off his spirits, 



His whistle blithe and gay. 

 Rang out on the Cuttalossa, 



As he went his winding way. 



The woodland sprites, exultant. 



In sportive gambols played, 

 Pan-piping a Bacchanal measure, 



Frisked up and down the glade. 

 While the goat-like prancing Satyrs, 



And the Naiads scant arrayed, 

 Keeping time to the pipes' wild music, 



Danced minuets in the shade. 



