It is ancient Hillwalkers
And they stoppeth one of three.
"By thy long grey beards and glittering eyes,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din."
They hold him with their podgy hands,
"There was a Wooded Walk," quoth they.
"Hold off! unhand me, greybeard loons!"
Eftsoons their hands dropt they.
They hold him with their glittering eyes -
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years child:
The hillwalkers have their will.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot chuse but hear;
And thus spake on those ancient men,
The smelly-clothed hillwalkers...
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