Of the Wild Man

It will take a little while to find him.

He may be in some unlikely place

Lying beneath a haw, lost in leafy sleep,

Or atop a high field digging his keep.

He is somewhere around. Go and look.

It will take a little while to find him,

For hunger drives no wild man home.

Dark bays no hasting to a will like his.

He may dine on berries, abide where he is.

He is somewhere around. Go and look.