As I walked down a lane this morn,
  I heard a sweet voice cry, Come, Come !
And then I saw ten dull, fat cows
  Begin to race like horses home ;
Like horses in their pace,
  Though lacking horses' grace.

That voice, which did uplift those feet
  Of cows, uplifted mine likewise ;
For, with a heart so light, I walked
  Until the sweat did blind my eyes ;
And all the way back home,
  I heard her cry, Come, Come !