THE HERON. 1} 
Came king and queen; came warrior stout ; 
Came lord and lady fair, 
All gallant, beautiful, and bold, 
Into the autumn air. 
The abbot and the bishop grave, 
The monk with crown new-shorn, 
Who sore did rew their ravaged stew * 
In the last Lent forlorn. 
The keepers with their dogs in leash; 
The falconers before, 
Who proudly on their sturdy wrists 
The hooded tercel bore. 
And in thy solitary haunts 
By stream or sedgy mere, 
The laugh, the shout, the cries of dogs 
And men, came to thine ear. 
And starting from thy reverie, 
And springing from the bent, 
* Fish-pond. 
