WINDROW.
Reading edition
Old figures in a lane, Toward the grey church going; Vines tapping on a pane, Strong wind blowing. Old comers by a lane, Heads bowed and hoary; Stiff knees and tapping cane, Wind knows the story. Old patterns in a lane, Toward the grey church going; Follow through veils of rain, Brown leaves blowing. Old blooming through the lane, Pods, grey and brittle; Wind ... bring all back again— Young, gay, little!