Classic Poem

Within the parrock in a nook,
By high-shot elm-trees all around
Its sides, where upper tree-boughs shook
In wind that hardly sank to ground,
By bough, by cow,
With pail and stool, when air was cool,
We sat in parrock in the nook.

And there as evening shades were thrown
From western elms in lofty rank,
Or else before the moon were shown
Outreaching o'er the eastern bank,
By ledge, by hedge,
We then would walk, or sit and talk,
Within the parrock in a nook.

Where bright by day the grass may look,
Where cool the shade may fall at noon,
Where dark is yet our shady nook,
Or pale the ground below the moon,
By tump, by hump,
I still would go with one I know,
Within the parrock in a nook.