Chapter 3 No.3

Rain clouds flew beyond the fell,

No more did thunders lower,

Patter, patter, on the beck

Dropt a clearing shower.

Eddying floats of creamy foam

Flecked the waters brown,

As we rode up to cross the ford,

Rode up from yonder town.

Waiting on the weather,

She and I together,

Waiting on the weather,

Till the flood went down.