Strongly built were the houses, high frames of oak and of hemlock. Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries. Thatched were the roofs, both dormer-windows; and gables projecting Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway. There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingle their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens. Solemnly down the street came the parish priest and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them. Reverend talked he among them; and up rose matrons and maidens, Hailing his slow approach with words of affection- ate welcome. Then came the laborers home from the field and serenely the sun sank Down to his rest, and twilight prevailed. Anon from the belfry Softly the belfry sounded, and over the roofs of the village |
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