Beneath the clear blue sky he saw The Swale flowed under the grey rocks, To that green spot, so calm and green! And is there no one dwelling here, Upon this soft and fertile nook? Does no one live near this green grass? Across that deep and quiet spot Is Peter driving through the grass- When, turning round his head, he sees ་ "No doubt I'm foundered in these woods For once," quoth he, “I will be wise, With better speed I'll back again And, lest the journey should prove vain, But first doth Peter deem it fit To spy about him far and near; There's not a single house in sight, No woodman's hut, no cottage light Peter you need not fear! There's nothing to be seen but woods, His head is with a halter bound; But still the Ass his station kept. "What's this!" cried Peter, brandishing A new-peeled sapling; - though, I deem, The Ass knew well what Peter said, He, as before, hung down his head Over the silent stream. Then Peter gave a sudden jirk, Quoth Peter, leaping from his seat, All, all is silent, rocks and woods, Turns round his long left ear. Thought Peter, What can mean all this?— Some ugly witchcraft must be here! Once more the Ass, with motion dull, Upon the pivot of his skull Turned round his long left ear. "I'll cure you of these desperate tricks". And, with deliberate action slow, His staff high-raising, in the pride Of skill, upon the Ass's hide He dealt a sturdy blow. What followed?-yielding to the shock The Ass, as if to take his ease, In quiet uncomplaining mood, Upon the spot where he had stood, Dropt gently down upon his knees. And then upon his side he fell And by the river's brink did lie; And, as he lay like one that mourned, The patient beast on Peter turned 'Twas but one mild, reproachful look, Upon the beast the sapling rings,— Of that which went before the brother, And Peter halts to gather breath, (What he before in part had seen) How gaunt was the poor Ass and lean, Yea wasted to a skeleton! With legs stretched out and stiff he lay :— No word of kind commiseration Fell at the sight from Peter's tongue; With hard contempt his heart was wrung, With hatred and vexation. |