One evening when the sun was low br I strolled down the road below br and deep in thoughts that had a flow br tried to recover the golden glow.... br br As the darkness began to grow br and to its nest got back the crow br I knew I had something to draw br by moving the brush to and fro... br br And then I saw an old fellow br shivering with his head bent low br and with all might the wind did blow br making his heart beat even slow....