Nature
The Sleep of Sigismund: XXVI
From Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
Nature
Shelter at the last, a roof
Wrought of ling (in their behoof,
Foresters, that drive the deer).
What, and must they couch them here?
Ay, and ere the twilight fall
Gather forest berries small
And nuts down beaten for a meal.
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Ingelow, Jean. “The Sleep of Sigismund: XXVI.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ingelow/67/.
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