"Come buy, come buy,"
Sense failed in the mortal strife:
Clutched her hair:
Aired and set to rights the house,
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
You are not wrong, who deem
And miles to go before I sleep,
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
How warm the wind must blow
Tossed them her penny.
"Come buy, come buy,"
Sense failed in the mortal strife:
Clutched her hair:
Aired and set to rights the house,
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
You are not wrong, who deem
And miles to go before I sleep,
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
How warm the wind must blow
Tossed them her penny.