As I sat down by Saddle Stream
To bathe my dusty feet there,
A boy was standing on the bridge
Any girl would meet there.
As I went over Woody Knob
And dipped into the hollow,
A youth was coming up the hill
Any maid would follow.
Then in I turned at my own gate,-
And nothing to be sad for-
To such a man as any wife
Would pass a pretty lad for.
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Thanks for noticing, Joel. I have corrected the typo.
This is one of my favorite poems by Millay.
There is a line missing above, though. You will notice the 2nd stanza has only 3 lines. It should read something like (this is from memory though):
As I went over Woody Knob
And dipped into the hollow
A youth was coming up the hill
Any maid would follow.