Some querulous alarm, to where alone,
And taciturn, upon the worn ridge-board,
Her mate strummed on the roof some answering word.
Above the apple-tops the first light shone.
I saw the far hillside with sunlight kissed.
A red-roofed barn, against the green slopes lay.
While in the hollow, all our green was grey,
With wooden houses, groping through the mist.