At The Way-side Well

He stopped at the way-slde well, Wliere the water was cool and deep; Theru werc Icathery fcrns 'twixt the mossy stoncs, And gray was the o'ld well sweep. He left the carriage alone ; Nor could coadunan or footmnn teil Why the inaster stopped in the dusty road To drink at the way-side well. He swayed with hls gloved hands The wcll-swcep, crea k ing and slow, While from Man .uui KU in the bucket's sidc The water splashcd back below. 11e lifted it to the curb. And bent down to the bucket's ttriin ; Nu furröws or time or eire had inarkeil The face that lookcd at him. He saw but a farmer's boy As he stuoped o'er the brim to drink. And ruddy and tanned was the laaffÜfig face That met nis over the brink. The cyes werc sumiy and clear, And the brow undimmed with care, While from under the rim of the oM str.iw hat . SlraXed curls of chestnut luiir. He turned away witli a siffh - Nor could coachman or lootman teil Why the ïiKister stopped in his ride tliat.il.iv To drink at the way-side well.