F. N. W. BATESONTRESPASSERSGauntlyoutlined, white and still,Three haystacks peer above the hill;Three aged rakes thrust sprawlinglyFantastic tendons to the sky.In the void and dismal yardFarmer’s dog keeps rasping guard,Challenging night’s trespassers,The solemn legions of the stars;Growling ignominious scornAt Cancer and at Capricorn.The yellow stars, serene and prim,Tolerantly stare at him.
F. N. W. BATESON
Gauntlyoutlined, white and still,Three haystacks peer above the hill;Three aged rakes thrust sprawlinglyFantastic tendons to the sky.In the void and dismal yardFarmer’s dog keeps rasping guard,Challenging night’s trespassers,The solemn legions of the stars;Growling ignominious scornAt Cancer and at Capricorn.The yellow stars, serene and prim,Tolerantly stare at him.
Gauntlyoutlined, white and still,Three haystacks peer above the hill;Three aged rakes thrust sprawlinglyFantastic tendons to the sky.In the void and dismal yardFarmer’s dog keeps rasping guard,Challenging night’s trespassers,The solemn legions of the stars;Growling ignominious scornAt Cancer and at Capricorn.The yellow stars, serene and prim,Tolerantly stare at him.
Gauntlyoutlined, white and still,Three haystacks peer above the hill;Three aged rakes thrust sprawlinglyFantastic tendons to the sky.In the void and dismal yardFarmer’s dog keeps rasping guard,Challenging night’s trespassers,The solemn legions of the stars;Growling ignominious scornAt Cancer and at Capricorn.The yellow stars, serene and prim,Tolerantly stare at him.