...arm Could never lean on a son's again. * The summer day grew cool and late, He went for the cows when the work was done; But down the lane, as he opened the gate, He saw them coming one by one: Brindle , Ebony, Speckle, and Bess, Shaking their horns in the evening wind; Cropping the butter-cups out of the grass- But who was it following close behind? Loosely swung in the idle air The empty sl...