Till I find you, quiet as stone

On a hill-top all alone,

Staring outward, gravely pondering

Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering.

#### III

You and I have walked together

In the starving winter weather.

We’ve been glad because we knew

Time’s too short and friends are few.

We’ve been sad because we missed

One whose yellow head was kissed

By the gods, who thought about him

Till they couldn’t do without him.

Now he’s here again; I’ve seen

Soldier David dressed in green,

Standing in a wood that swings

To the madrigal he sings.

He’s come back, all mirth and glory,

Like the prince in a fairy story.

Winter called him far away;

Blossoms bring him home with May.

#### IV

Well, I know you’ll swear it’s true

That you found him decked in blue

Striding up through morning-land

With a cloud on either hand.

Out in Wales, you’ll say, he marches

Arm-in-arm with oaks and larches;

Hides all night in hilly nooks,

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