"Kin Norandine, as bid, took up his ground Before the cavern, on the greensward laid, That he might enter with the flock who wound Homeward; and longing sore, till evening stayed.
At eve he hears the hollow elder's sound, Upon whose pipes the wonted tune was played, Calling his sheep from pasture to their rock, By the fell swain who stalked behind his flock.
