DEEP WAYS AND DRIPPING BOUGHS

Deep ways and dripping boughs, The fog falling drearily; Cowherds calling on their cows, And I crying wearily, Wearily, wearily, out-a-door, Houseless, hearthless, coatless, kindless, Poorest of the wandering poor. I am the beggar Christ— Christ that calmed the castling flood! Cross and thorn have not sufficed To punish me as you would; But out-a-door in wind and rain, Houseless, hearthless, coatless, kindless, You keep me wandering in pain.