I must have passed the crest a while ago And now I am going down --Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know, But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown.
All the morning I thought how proud I should be To stand there straight as a queen, Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me --But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.
It was nearly level along the beaten track And the brambles caught in my gown --But it's no use now to think of turning back, The rest of the way will be only going down.
